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Call the manager
"Manager, manager!", you cry out, mustering the most urgent tone you know. A few seconds later, the manager shows up, carrying twin pistols and a deck of card.
"I suppose you're the one who called the manager. Now we must play Go Fish to the death."
You are then joined by one of the patrons, a tall fellow in a dark cape. He signals you he wishes to join, and The Manager doesn't seem to mind. He deals the cards to the three of you. Your hand consists of several blank cards.