the guy on my right is new and he says he feels kinda sad and his hands are cold and he refuses the dice so I pick 'em up myself. I let 'em roll. and the little white spots gleam like stars and the guy on my right gets a look at the stickman and he begins to sense where it is that we are and the table's hot but so am I and I grab the bones and I let 'em fly. so come 2 come 3 come 4 come 5 come 6 come 7 come 9 it doesn't matter to me now 'cause I've got all kinds of time.