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You decide to follow the Monkey's advice for following cards, with him signaling you what to do next; letting you narrowly win and gain an advantage in each game. You're happy for the help but... why? Does he hate his "employer" that much? You can honestly relate.
The Aristocrat seems to keep up a good mood, even as he starts to lose.
<span class="mu-r">"Ahh, one gambling it all away! Using your hunch, such an elated experience! Here comes the final hand..."</span>
You follow the money's last signal, letting you stand on a risky hand, and the Aristocrat ends up busting, making you the victor. Your medical debts are cancelled! But he turns his head to the monkey at the last second, scowling.
<span class="mu-r">"Wh- What the?! I knew it! You cheating little..."</span>
Pulling out a strange biomechanical remote device, looking a bit like a beetle mixed with steel, he rubbed a part of it and the Jaxtian keeled over, wincing and gasping in pain. Does the Aristocrat have control over his very body?
<span class="mu-r">"I can't believe it. I thought you were the real deal, the type of risk it all and gamble; the glorious experience of winning or losing! But no, you base creature, trying to win any possible advantage. Disgusting. Get the hell out of here. I'm expecting you to start paying back your medical bills right away!"</span>
<span class="mu-g">"Hey, woah, we had a deal buddy. I won your game-"</span>
<span class="mu-r">"No! NO YOU DIDN"T!"</span>
The Aristocrat jumps up and down in a tantrum, a sudden and surprising amount of visible anger from such a small and otherwise refined form.
<span class="mu-r">"You didn't do it right! You didn't play the game! You cheated! You looked for any possible advantage to exploit! You disgusting little bug! You nasty little low-born scum! You ruined the spirit of the game for your own gain, because you want just a bit more wealth or power, disgusting! If you were meant to be rich or wealthy or happy, you'd be born an Aristocrat! You are a serf, a slave race! Why do you think Hazaar have spike dicks?! So you can impregnate farm animals and live among them, slop passing between their snouts and your own! You nasty bug! You little thievish rat! Get the hell out of here, NOW!"</span>
It appears you are going to be stiffed, denied your only lifeline, despite how much you risked. You feel your fists curling up as the Aristocrat berates you further. Knowing it's the owner of this station, you have surely made a powerful enemy in making it even more mad, but you'd just be leaving here empty handed.
Should you take the abuse lying down?
>Take it
>Don't take it anymore
