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>Attempt to stall for time, hoping Naomi can cast a spell on him
>Attack! (from previous turn)
>No survivors besides the child
>Rolls 1 (stall): 57, 60, 26; DC 50 [Success]
>Rolls 2 (cast): 82, 25, 70; DC 65 [Success]
>Rolls 3 (Attack!): 93, 16, 8; DC 50 [Success]
"Tyrone, they are eating Famous Richard, and he’s one of your people," you say, trying to stall for time.
"He’s not one of my people," he snaps back. "I’ve been working against him this whole time. Who do you think took his cell phone? I did. I took it, wiped all the evidence, and destroyed it."
"So, are you biologically related to Jeffrey Epstein?"
"That’s right. In fact, he’s my uncle. My grandfather, Arnold Epstein, was the brother of Seymour Epstein. And Seymour Epstein was Jeffrey Epstein’s father. My great-grandfather, Julius Epstein, was born in Poland in the 19th century, and came to Brooklyn to exploit the immense financial opportunities. We were here long before Rabbi Schneerson, and those tunnels? My great-grandfather already knew about them. There’s much of my family’s genetic material crawling around and below us."
"Is that why you’re defending the mutants? Because they are your family?"
"They are not mutants!" Tyrone shouts, his voice rising with anger. "Tay-Sachs is a common gene variant in Jews, so when you breed pure bloods, of course, it may become a dominant phenotype. And that’s a good thing. There’s nothing mutant about that. It’s the opposite. They are chosen. Did you know Tay-Sachs gave protection from tuberculosis? You have no idea how powerful they are!"
While he continues his tirade about the supremacy of Jewish genes and the true Israelites, Naomi begins casting her spell behind him, whispering the incantation softly so he can’t hear it.
Suddenly, Tyrone rubs his eyes, yelling, "My connection to God! My connection to God! I can’t see! What’s happening!" He collapses to the ground, smoke billowing from his eye sockets.
"What the hell happened?" you ask.
"That was a Herem Death Curse. While he was ranting about his ethnicity, I decided to take a shot. The spell only works on Jews."
It was a daring move. If Tyrone wasn’t a Jew, she would have wasted her only chance to kill him. One of the inebriated Jews looks at his dead body and makes a joke in Yiddish, causing the others to laugh.
