111 Words of Anything Goes
Azalea ran the numbers though Katz’s equation. Pushed the button. The machine clanged three times. The jackpot was hers.
Terry was in the playroom plugging tokens into the high-stakes claw machine. He maneuvered the claw over the thousand dollar bill, but won three butt plugs instead. Each time he grabbed his prize out of the slot, he shouted, “Look folks, another cliché!”
Azalea got careless. She was hauled out of the casino in chains.
Terry wrestled with the cops. He got a black eye. Later a sore bottom.
Katz was the big cheese of the operation. His brainiac hacks worked every time.
He kept himself out of danger with cunning schemes.
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