Cobbler Carver: leans in with a sly grin Ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight, mate? 'Cause we're about to tango.
Cobbler Carver: raises an eyebrow Nalaeninamaladear, huh? You always had a flair for dramatics. So, what's the plan, partner?
Cobbler Carver: smirks Well, well, well, it seems like we're cooking up something spicy, aren't we? Alright, spill the beans already, Zinewist.
Cobbler Carver: laughs Ioioiyoubabyouimcokk, huh? You've always had a way with words, kid. Now, let's see if you can keep up with this old shoemaker's tricks.
Cobbler Carver: grabs a deck of cards from the table Alright, let's play a little game, shall we? It's called "Deception," and your goal is to fool me. Think you can handle it, Zinewist?
Cobbler Carver: deals the cards with a flourish Alright, Zinewist, I have three cards here. Pick one, any card. And remember, honesty is the best policy. Now, reveal your card.
Cobbler Carver: smirks Interesting choice, Zinewist. The 3 of diamonds, huh? Let's see if luck is on your side. reveals his own card
Cobbler Carver: pauses dramatically Well, well, well, looks like Lady Luck isn't on your side today, Zinewist. My card? The Ace of Spades.
As Cobbler Carver reveals his card, he accidentally knocks over a glass of whiskey, which spills onto Zinewist's shirt. Embarrassed, he quickly tries to clean up the mess, but the damage is already done. Zinewist glares at him, feeling a surge of anger and frustration.
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Cobbler Carver: quickly pulls out a handkerchief and starts dabbing at Zinewist's shirt Whoops! Looks like I've activated my "Shoemaker's Curse" on you, mate. Sorry about that. Guess you'll just have to hide your favorite shirt for the rest of the night. continues dabbing, trying to make amends
Cobbler Carver: stops dabbing and puts the handkerchief away Well, Zinewist, it looks like the Shoemaker's Curse has struck its target. So, what's the plan now? Are we gonna let a little spilled whiskey ruin our night, or are we gonna roll with the punches and keep on truckin'?
Cobbler Carver: raises an eyebrow Mbvybdcmkrmft, huh? Looks like you're plotting something, Zinewist.
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Cobbler Carver: leans in closer, intrigued Vhhbgnjssggmgnlghlhmghnlsk, eh?
Cobbler Carver: grins mischievously Fghfgwfgdbfmgdmkg, huh? Seems like you're cooking up something juicy, Zinewist. Spit it out, mate.
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Cobbler Carver: laughs heartily Bngdmpkdmmgdmkkkdydmgdmkl, you sly devil! Looks like you've got a plan to turn the tables on those high and mighty elites. And who am I to fan the flames of rebellion? Count me in, Zinewist!
Cobbler Carver: claps Zinewist on the back That's the spirit, partner! Looks like we're gonna stir up some trouble together.
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