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Symon sat idly underneath a large willow overlooking the city below.  Reading one of his favorite books, he was perfectly content with the world...if only a little bored.  Eventually, two tough-looking youths walked past him heading into the town.

"Didja see that sign? 'Your Lucky Day!' Sounds like a money-making opportunity to me!" said one excitedly to his comrade. "Yeah, we're gonna go on the sea and stuff!" replied the other.

Symon sighed quietly to himself at their conversation. "However", he thought to himself, "it's a good thing they mentioned it. I would have never noticed those signs..."

He picked himself up, neatly sliding his book into one of his pockets. He felt a tingle of excitement at the prospect of adventure. After all, he'd done nothing lately except read and sleep, and felt it was about time he get back in the game. He brushed himself off and followed the youths to their destination, wondering all the while what awaited him.

Several passerbys looked at the wierd tattooed man on the ground, playing a soft tune on his guitar as he held a small tin cup up by his toes. A few more coins bounced into the cup, and Den smiled and nodded and said, "Thank you very mushi mushi man." To most, Den was laying still on the ground, but many many small vines moved him slowly along the ground toward the Double Deuce casino.

Do you wish to sail the four oceans? Do you wish to meet new people? Do you wish to make lots of money doing both? Then this just might be your... lucky day!

If interested, come to the Double Deuce. More information at the office.

That was the sign Den found eariler, and Den decided that it would be good to get out to sea after a while of traveling on this island, moving along at a Den Den Mushi's pace. Den yawned, and after another coin dropped into the tin, he decided it was time to move a bit faster, just so he was sure he didn't miss the fun.

Standing up, all of the vines on the ground streched out, and Den kneeled by them and said, "Thanks little mushi mushi, if I return and you have grown out, I'll make sure you bloom beautyful mushi mushi." The vines seemed to move to his voice, and Den stood up and walked toward what he could only believe was the casino.

Den walked past the bouncer, who was currently testing a golden coin by biting it. Den continued walking into the casino, almost falling asleep from the cool air that washed over him. He looked up, yawning as he spotted what he thought was the place to go and he saw a girl there as well.

"Yo, is this the place for the mushi mushi thing?"

"Thank you! I apprieciate it!"  Akio Zensoku plodded down the main street of the city, not paying attention to where he was going.  Unconciously stepping around people and other obstacles he continued along.  He was completely absorbed in his quick, cheap, lunch and his thoughts.  His lunch consisted of a small loaf of hot bread and a wedge of fresh cheese.  He nibbled carefully at the end of each, not dropping a single crumb. 

His thoughts fell upon a myriad of things, 'If I eat bread and cheese for lunch every day and spend only this much for dinner then I could save 2,000 beli a year.  If I cut out a meal altogether I can get another 5,000 beli.  Proper nutrients?  Err.. no.  Perhaps alternate some fruit in there.  That would balance out and still save.  Yes.  Time management.  I should finish eating soon, I'm wasting time here.'  He shoves the last of his lunch down his throat in one shot and continued his neverending thought sequence. 'What can I do in this city to maximize efficiency?  I need money and food, not to mention my main goal.  Shall I ever be content after leaving home?  My mind won't ever stop this incessant rambling!  I especially hate it when I think about thinking! AHHHH!  I need to divert my thoughts, divert, divert...'

His eyes flitted around looking for stimulus, anything to occupy himself with.  His eyes came to fall upon a flier posted on a wall.  'Hmmm let's see judging from the quality of the adhesive and the quantity of dust I estimate it to have been posted 27 hours 51 minutes ago.  I'm not going to bother being accurate in that.  Wait... what is it?  Sail?  People?  Money?  I like it, at least it'll be of some use of my time if nothing else.  Double Deuce?  Direct route?  Due north.  Fastest route?  Direct route is heavily crowded, the alley between the buildings on the west side should be quite speedy.'  With great impatience and haste he hustled down an alley and then north again toward the Double Deuce casino.

"Correct once again. I knew it was the quickest route."  He stood for a moment and stared up at the grandour of the building that stood before him, studying it's architechture.  He smiled and headed inside.  He followed the signs until he came upon a small group crowding around the office door.  His mind immiediatly raced taking in this new information and analyzing it.  He came to judge the people in the moment he saw them.  He found them to be good company and seemed combatworthy.  "Hello!  You all here for the... thing?  The poster didn't really say what it was advertising, but you get the idea.  I hope it will be interesting.  I can't stand boring things.  I wonder if Mr. Century will be here soon, ugh it's taking so long."  He acted as if he had been waiting there for an eternity and alternated pacing and twiddling his fingers.

A large man stood in the shade of a small building, the breeze coming from the sea cooling him, as it caused the loose fabric of his pants to move, almost as if dancing. He looked once more at the sign on the wall, before deciding that he would atleast obtain some more information before dismissing it. He needed something long term, he needed work and somewhere he could have plants, his savings hadn't fared well during his travels, and he couldn't afford to stay much longer. Joseph decided that if he couldn't find emplotyment today, he would head to another port tomorrow.

Leaving the shade, Joseph headed toward the massive building known as "The Double Deuce.". The town seemed busy, he weaved his way through the crowds, until he stopped to buy a few pieces of fruit from a small market stall. Eating as he continued on his way, Joseph was just finishing his pear as he approached the entrance to the casino. A man standing near the door, most probably a bouncer, smiled strangely as he noticed Joseph, as if he had thought of something clever.

"No shirt, no entry, mister." The bouncer said with a slight grin, pointing at a sign about a dress code.
Joseph raised an eyebrow questioningly. "But I am wearing a shirt." he replied calmly, before unlocking eyes with the man, and pointing at the colourful fabric hanging from his torso.
"R..right you are." the bouncer said, stepping aside, with a bewildered look on his face, failling to notice Joseph's lack of shoes.

The cool air felt good after his walk in the sun, Joseph wandered through the casino, until he noticed a few people milling around outside what he assumed was the office. He walked up quietly and joined the group.

An earthy aroma filled Luciana's nostrils as she extracted another Lepista Nuda. Briefly removing most of the soil with a small brush, she dropped both mushroom and brush into a small hessian sack, which, in turn, was placed into her handbag. Standing up, she stretched to the sky, and sighed deeply, savouring the midday sun. Admiring her surroundings, she set off back towards the port, another day's hunting completed. Strolling through the market, she spotted a noisy group of men crowded around a sign as she stopped to buy some chives. Thinking nothing of it, she carried on walking through the town. Luciana soon became curious after seeing the same odd situation occurring at almost every major crossroads she came to, but she dismissed it as no more than a town event of some sort. Rounding the corner to the port, she looked up, and her jaw dropped in dismay. The ship she had been cruising on was nearing the horizon. Distraught, she ran to the end of the pier, and cried out towards them. Slumping on a bench as the boat finally left her field of vision, began to panic. Frantically looking around, she saw one of the signs from earlier, and having nothing better to do, went to read it.

"Do you wish to sail the four oceans? Do you wish to meet new people? Do you wish to make lots of money doing both? Then this just might be your.... LUCKY DAY!" Luciana read the details as she pondered her situation. “The Double Deuce?” she mused aloud. She remembered seeing it on her journey, and decided that she may as well take a look. She needed another boat now, so she should at least  see where they were going.

She arrived at the casino shortly after, only to be greeted by a long queue, and an obviously steroid enhanced bouncer. Walking straight past the others, she headed straight to the doors, waiting to be stopped. An arm shot out. “Sorry, we’re full. Join the line if you want to get in.” he said, as Luciana looked down.
“Well that’s too bad.“ she said, flicking her hair over her shoulder.
Getting a good look at the woman before him, the bouncer had a change of heart. “If you have some ID, I suppose there could be room for one more.”
“Oh my… I left it on my ship, but it sailed away without me. I came here hoping to find a big,” she looked up, “strong man to look after me.”
Almost drooling, the bouncer could only stand aside and let Luciana pass, much to the annoyance of the queue.  Adding another notch to a mental belt, she glanced around to find the meeting area, and walked over to the group stood by the door.

"Alright, next interviewee... a Miss... Synire, is it? Please come in."
Synire stood. "That is me." Synire followed the man into his office.
"So..." The man starts, sitting behind an antique oak desk. "What position would you like to have? I'm sorry, I'm getting ahead of my self. You see... I"m thoroughly bored and would like to sail around the world. See it, you see. For that, I'll need a sturdy set of officers to crew my ship, the Queen's Gambit."
Synire nodded. "That sounds interesting. Please go on."
"Well... I need officers. A captain... a first mate... a cooper... a doctor... a musician... a black smith... a cook. And so on. What do you want to be?"
Synire thought for a short moment. "Well, I have no skill in cooking, smithing, doctoring, or music... it would have to be one of the other three. And I definitely can't do carpentry... so I would have to be captain or first mate."
The man got up... and started to pace around his office. "I need someone capable of... not so much thinking fast... but able to make quick definite decisions..." And he grabbed a glass orb off a shelf... tossed it once... twice... then threw it at Synire.
Synire smiled. She stood, calmly, and reached out her hand. A split second later, the orb was nestled safely between her first two fingers.
"That's... fairly interesting. I was expecting a dodge."
Synire grinned. "But that would be a waste of a perfectly good glass sphere."
"Very true."
Synire tossed the glass orb back to the man. "So?"
"You can grab an orb... that's one thing." The man says, reaching a hand into his pocket... before smirking and withdrawing it... and then he did it.
"Money Shot!" And he threw a... coin at Synire... spinning as it came out towards her... cutting through the air...
Synire glanced at the spinning coin. Her mind instantly realized that it would not be safe to catch. She smiled and waved her hand in an arc. A silver chain shot out from her palm, a shining blade on the end slicing through the deadly coin. She whirled the chain once before allowing it to fold back into her palm.
"Nice use of a rope dart. Congrats. You're in."
Synire smiled again. "Thank you." She let the chain drop from her hand. "But a rope dart...?"
"The weapon you are using. Most people would call it a rope dart."
"I see... then they are mistaken." Synire laughed softly before snapping the chain back into her hand.
"Either way... go on in... and call in the next one." He looked over to his side. "A Mr. Akio Zensoku."
Synire nodded. She exited the office. "Mr. Akio Zensoku."

- "You can go in now I guess." The nervous interviewee pointed to the tattooed man with a guitar as he was busy tuning it. He looked up at Akio when his concentration was broken. "Mushi mushi? Alright." Slowly, he started to stand up. In fact, he took a full minute to pull himself off of the bench he was sitting on. As soon as he pulled himself to his feet, a woman carrying a large mallet shoved him back down and almost growled at him. "Outta my way." She said this in such a way that none of the interviewees said a word. The woman then marched right into Lucky's office, and slammed the door behind her. Everyone stared and wondered what just happened, while the man with the guitar sat disheveled on the bench "What just mushi mushi happened?"

- Faye entered the room and stared straight at Lucky. Lucky stared straight back. There was nothing but silence in the air until both of them simultaneously said "Oh. It's you." Faye grabbed a chair and sat down across from Lucky, while Lucky grabbed a clove cigarette from a small golden case he kept in his breast pocket. As he flicked his lighter open, he glanced across at Faye. "Wanna light?" Faye laughed. "I thought you'd never ask."

- As they both lit up, Faye took a close look at Lucky's desk. What she saw didn't make her happy. "What the hell did you do here?" Lucky took a drag from his black cigarette and cocked his eyebrow. "What are you talking about?" Faye slammed her palm on the desk. "The finish work! Look at this! It's got stains all over it! And look right here! What the hell did you do to cause these chips?" Lucky looked at the desk. "I don't see anything." Faye glared. "Yeah right. When I built this desk for you, it was perfect. I didn't expect to come back to see my work getting mistreated like this." Lucky cracked his knuckles. "Is that the reason you came back? To inspect your work?" Faye laughed. "Sorry, but I'm here because I saw an ad. Heard it pays pretty well." Lucky grinned. "That's correct. So what are you going to try out for? I could still use a carpenter." As she took a drag from her cigar, Faye looked at Lucky out of the corner of her eye. "How much does it pay?"

"The going rate for a cooper is 25,000 belli a month. That's excluding your supply allowance."

Faye cocked her eyebrow. "25,000 a month? I think I could do better. How about 30 grand per month? That's be enough to keep me interested."

Lucky narrowed his eyes. "What makes you think that I want you?"

Faye gave Lucky a sly smile. "Hun, I'm the best there is... and certainly the best on this island. It's either me, or the second-best, and a guy like you wants only the best. Am I right?"

Lucky smiled once again. "I never settle for second-best. Alright, you're hired. Hang around the casino until I contact the crew. Until then, drinks are on me."

- As she stood up, Faye laughed. "You might regret that. Anyway, it's 30 grand, got it?" Lucky looked out the window. "I'll see what I can do." Grabbing her mallet, Faye exited the room laughing. As she passed the guitarist she knocked over earlier, she helped him to his feet. "Sorry about that, hun, but you gotta sieze the moment."

After several days of walking, the inexpensive shoes Chiani had received as a gratuity in lew of payment for the delivery of a healthy babe had worn uncomfortably, and the swelling in her ankles and in blisters on several delicate portions of her skin dictated purchase of a more sturdy shoe. She staggered through the market place, bumping shoulders sometimes with a familiar face who would smile, or a busy person who sneered and cursed at  being interrupted. Only once did a particularly well mannered, if unkempt, child pause to offer his apologies for the collision. Chiani practically doubled over when he beamed at her so gaily, and the friendly gesture was much appreciated, if only till the next shock of pain shot up her nerves.

At long last she discovered a vendor of wears suitable for work. Indeed, it seemed the inhabitants of this island had less to care of in their lives than proper arch support from the designs of their shoes. Infinitely more fortuitous was that the vendor carried a pair of the style she desired in her size. Granted the box was more than slightly dusty, but... the shoes fit like a dream. Chiani actually giggled and wiggled her toes inside them like a child. The vendor was very eager when she reached for her purse, only to find it missing. It suddenly occurred to Chiani that the child's smile might not have been friendly. Indeed, he fit the profile of a pick pocket through and through...

Cursing her lack of response, Chiani stormed out of the vender's small shop. Two months she'd saved that purse, spending oh so little, devoting every possible moment to treatment, and now her savings were gone. She wandered aimlessly, heart broken and ashamed and eventually found herself staring at a poster:

Do you wish to sail the four oceans? Do you wish to meet new people? Do you wish to make lots of money doing both? Then this just might be your... lucky day!

If interested, come to the Double Deuce. More information at the office.

Sighing, with her medical supplies seeming only slightly less of a burden now, she adjusted them on her slim shoulders and started walking. One could help but recognize this Double Deuce. Its lights could be seen at all hours of the night, drowning out the stars. Chiani oriented herself and began walking towards the hazy glow they were beginning to adopt in the twilight, silently cursing each step.

Luciana sighed. This was taking far too long. She only wanted to see if she could hitch a ride for a while, but now she was stuck waiting outside an office, with no idea how long she'd have to wait for her turn. Growing impatient, and thinking about when the next passenger boat would arrive, she decided that she would be seen now, or never. Looking around, she spotted a waiter coming out from a staff only room. She stood up, and made her way to the receptionist outside the office door. "Could you please tell Mr Century that I'll be waiting in the kitchen? I'm on a tight schedule." Turning around before the woman could stop her, she sped towards the kitchen. Reaching the door, she flung it open and pushed past an obese man in a chef's uniform. Surveying the kitchen, she made her way over to the knives, selected one, and began to sharpen it.

Lucky thought about what his receptionist said... and waited a full ten minutes. Plenty of time for the hopeful to do... well... anything. He got up, burning kretek in mouth and made his way to the kitchen. When he go there, he saw the head chef, Lionardo Acquistapace throwing his temper, and his bulk, around. "THIS. IS. IT!" He bellowed, turned to face Lucky. He crumpled his hat in his meaty hands, bent down to look at the shorter man and spoke. "I QUIT!" The amount of hot hair was enough that Lucky had to reach out and grab his hat.
"I see. And what has brought this upon?" The chef pointed to the girl.
"That girl... is touching everything in this kitchen. Is unauthorized. And is in my way. Good bye." And the large man headed for the exit.
Lucky realized then that the chef was serious. "Wait! Signore Acquistapace, you don't have to leave! Really, the Casino needs you, she's for a side project."
"NO! I'm gone!"
"I'll order the Alabastian Truffles." The man stopped.
"No. I will not be bought by your bribes."
"And the hippo meat."
"Never!"
"And new pots and pans and cutlery. Don't like the staff, fine! You get a new one!" Lucky took a deep breath. "What will it take for you to stay!?"
"New ovens and stoves." The man replied after some thought.
"Done. Cheque boy!" And by his side was a little kid... with a pen and chequebook. Lucky wrote off one. "Here you go. Ten million beli, Signore."
The large man took the check and looked at Lucky. "Thank you."

Lucky then turned to the girl. "You best be the damn cook on the planet to justify that!"
Putting down the onion she had just been slicing, Luciana strolled over to Lucky. "Mr Century, I presume?"
"The one and only."
"My, my... aren't we humble? I love a man with authority." she said, stroking his face. "I suppose you wouldn't mind telling me what these auditions are all about, would you?"
"I'm looking for a crew that wouldn't mind sailing the seas. That's all. You wouldn't mind joining, would you Miss?"
"That depends. Where are you sailing, captain?"
"Away. No particular place. Just away from here. Around the world. To all the oceans and the grand line." He shrugs. "I hope to turn a tidy profit along the way. Not sure how yet, though."
"That sounds good to me." she smiled, "If you take me with you, I'll be 'the best damn cook on the planet' for you... for a price."
"There is pay." Lucky says, nodding as he crunches the numbers. "Going rate is 50,000 a month."
"Fifty thousand? Does that include supplies?"
"Basic supplies and equipment. However, if you wish for a special spice or piece of food... you'll have to buy it yourself."
"Hmm... that isn't so bad at all, Mr Century. My name is Luciana Rossini. It has been a pleasure meeting you, Mr Century." she said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Hearing boiling oil begin to jump out of the pan she was using, Luciana turned towards it, pointing her hand at it. The oil immediately stopped bubbling, and Luciana turned back towards Lucky. "I presume I will have some privacy in the kitchen, so as not to ruin any dishes."
"If you want. I did plan on you having a full staff. These guys have to go somewhere, now that the head chef is getting fresh blood. In fact," he turned to the rest of the people inside. "Acquistapace, you have the rest of the day off. Vacation over time pay. Everyone else, Miss Rossini is the new boss for the rest of the day. Make sure you can work with her. It'll be a long swim home."
"Thank you, Mr Century. I will be happy to have some assistants, but if they prove to be incompetent, they shall have to find something else to do."
"Miss Rossini, you'll soon learn that I never settle for less then spectacular. You'll find them worth working with."
"I look forward to it. Now, if you don't mind Mr Century, could you please leave the kitchen? It can be a little hard to work with untrained individuals in the environment. I wouldn't want any accidents to occur." she smiled. Turning back to the pan, she dropped the diced onion into the cold oil. Extending one hand, she stirred with the other as the onions instantly began to fry.

Lucky turned to leave and when he did... all the others started back to work. A well oiled machine. Even though each was an individual... each one took to their duties. Some were frying up... doing dishes... prepping it for service. One that was wearing an open chefs jacket and bandanna took his place next to her, pan in hand filled with several cuts of meats and vegetables. "Hi." He said to her.
"Hello dear." Luciana said softly, "What's your name?"
"Me? Bobby. Nice ta meet'cha." He says. He can't be that old. Maybe 16 at the most. A squirt of oil goes into the pan, followed by some sherry... and voom! Up in flames as he tosses it around. "Looks like you're the new boss."
Luciana giggled. "It certainly does. How long have you been cooking?"
"Long enough." Bobby says. There's a holler deeper in the kitchen. "Alright. Who ordered the orange raspberry sauce for the roast duckling?" Strangely enough... it sounded like a little kid. And it was. No more then 10 running around with a saucier in his hand, heading past Luciana towards the ovens.
"Whoa!" Luciana cried out, "Don't run in the kitchen! Think of the consequences first." She took the dish from the boy, she asked him "Who are you, and why are you in such a hurry?"
"Hey!" He took it back from her. "That's for the roast ducks in oven four!" And he was off again. Bobby started to chuckle. "That's Cecil. One of the assistant cooks."
"I hope he isn't too much of a handful. Who is that, then?" she asked, pointing to somebody huddled over a sink.
"He isn't. A bit anxious." He turns to where she pointed. "Santiago. He doesn't talk. But he's the butcher and pastry chef."
"He doesn't talk? That's odd." she mumbled.
"Not really."  He looks to the man. "Hey Boris, go ahhh." The man turns around, does so... showing he has no tongue, flips Bobby off, then goes back to the sink.
"Oh my..." Luciana mumbled, taken aback. "Wh-who else works here? This is the weirdest kitchen I've ever been in..."
"Well... we got all sorts of crazyness going on here. Like Haikodoushi. He's a weird one."
"How so?"
"He's a gourmet, you know?" Bobby says. "He'll... well... he'll do something very very weird. Like... sever a slab of broil on a mahogany plank with a side of steamed vegetables."
"I'm not sure what to make of that..."
"Neither am I."
"Anybody else?"
"Yeah." Bobby pointed to the far corner of the kitchen, where a young girl was 'tenderising' a steak with a sledgehammer, "That's Ellen. She's good at what she does... but she tends to be a little extreme in her methods." he said, as she drew a sword to chop some carrots.
"Finally," he said, as an old woman stepped out from a walk-in freezer, "that's Doris. She's a lovely old lady. She makes incredible food, but she's a bit deaf."
"You've got quite the mixed bunch in here, haven't you?"
"We certainly have." he laughed, "Welcome aboard. It'll be a hell of a time."

From what he could tell, it looked grim for Seamus. The entrance to the double deuce was crawling with security. Seamus gulped.

“I’m more man than you’ll ever be, you big jerk! I’ll show you!”

These words echoed in Seamus’ mind. He had to focus on the task ahead. He moved out from his position behind a lamppost, and headed to the casino. Teeth gritted, he came up to a guard that was standing by one of the many doors to the casino. Seamus cleared his throat. The guard paid no attention to him. He cleared it again. No reaction from the guard. Seamus thought for a moment. In one swift motion, he flipped around and was past the guard and pushing the casino doors open. And that’s when the huge hand came down and grabbed his head.

“Where do you think you’re going, boy?” growled the guard.

Puffing out his chest, Seamus replied: “I’m going to be a real man and take the job offer!”

The guard gave a belly laugh. “Do you even know what the offer is for, boy? Do you have any idea of the danger and peril you’ll face? Can you fathom what kind of journey this will be?”

“Yes. And that’s why it’ll need a gunner.” At this, Seamus merely opened his shirt, displaying to all his scrawny chest... and the multiple guns that were secured to it.

The guard was definitely surprised by this. “Hmmm... normally it wouldn’t be my policy to let a kid in for a job offer, but, I think I might make an exception in your case.” The guard stepped aside and let Seamus pass through.

    Finally entering the Double Deuce, Seamus felt a wave of relief. He’d managed to complete the first part of his little wager with the bouncer. Now... all he had to do was get accepted. That’d be easy, right? He then looked up, and saw the massive line that was standing outside of the office. At that precise moment, most of Seamus’ spirit was crushed. There was no way that he was the only gunner in attendance. Steeling himself for failure, he joined the crowd.

Synire looked at the line of people in front of Mr. Century's office. Good thing I got here early... she thought. But now I've got a lot of time to kill... I guess I'll go win some money... She grinned. Playing cards was probably her favorite way of passing time. And she was good at cards. Very good. She ambled over to a table where a dealer was taking bets.

"Blackjack. In or out?" the dealer asked her.

"I'm in." Synire tossed five golden coins on the table and seated herself at the table. The dealer quickly dealt two cards to each player. Synire glanced at her hand. An ace and a four. "Hit me," she said when it was her turn.

The dealer handed Synire a third card. A nine. Synire looked around the table at the face-up cards and quickly calculated her odds.

"Hit me." A fourth card came sliding towards Synire. She smiled. A seven. Perfect twenty-one. "I'll stay."

The dealer called the end of the game, and the players laid down their hands. Most had fairly high hands, though no one else had blackjack. Synire grinned, drew the coins toward her, and waited for another game to start.

The running of a casino includes many many many functions.

One such function is security. Which is less about making sure that fights and theft is controlled then it is to keep cheaters from prospering.

Some of the regulars knew how to count cards or how to play the roulette wheels, and the money lost to them wasn't enough to take a heavy hand... but when a man was blatantly cheating, Lucky's boys dropped a train on him.

Take the man in the burgundy suit. Laughing. Acting Nonchalant. Sleighting his cards from out his sleeve.

It took an hour for him to be discovered.

And when he was... well, two of Lucky's steroid avengers walked up behind him, one kicking the chair from out under the cheater.

This caused two things: One, he fell. Two, he hit his head on the table.

After that, both picked him up and slammed him into a row of slot machines a few times for good measure, before taking him to the door and tossing him out.

Heavy handed in deed.