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With the rest of the crew off in their quarters Gaz was left alone with only the hum of the engines for companionship. He moved to the table the others had been playing on and moved two chairs next to each other to support is large posterior. With his thick fingers he carefully picked up the deck of cards and began to put them face up on the table. The sheer size of his heads meant he could just about fit an entire playing card on his finger tip. That made things difficult for him but if he was going to fit in, he should probably get used to it. While he talked a big game and lived a gore ridden existence he did hope for some level of companionship. Who was he meant to get one up on if he had nobody else around? That thought was the moment he realised he, like most others creatures of the universe, needed friends.

He continued to place cards on the table face up, dealing them out across the table as if he had joined in. He looked down at what would be his hand and compared it to the other three hands. [color=fff200]"Urgh! Deez ain't da same!"[/color] In front of him were the queen of hearts and ten of hearts. He looked out across the table at the others spotting two pairs, one of which was two aces. [color=fff200]"Argh!"[/color] He then began to put the first three community cards face up on table. Jack of hearts, king of hearts, ace of hearts. What followed next was the throwing of the cards across the room. [color=fff200]"SCREW THIS GAME!"[/color] As the cards floated to the ground through the air Gaz left the table and headed to his quarters sulking and stomping his feet.