It was a mess. This chick, Bela, had hired these two idiots to break into our old mans storage unit and steal it. If you touch it, it gives you impossibly good luck.
Like I mean, you can't lose. You can't miss. Every lotto ticket is a winner, every shot is a bullseye. It's crazy. But...
[ He chuckles, thinking back, remembering Sam's absolute uselessness when he'd lost the damn thing. ]
If you lose it, you have awful luck. Kill you dead kinda luck. Sammy had it for a while, and when he lost it, I thought I was gonna have to lock him in a padded room til we took care of it. It was ridiculous. The kid couldn't catch a break - he'd step in gum, he lost his shoe down a gutter, he kept tripping, it was a mess.
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Like I mean, you can't lose. You can't miss. Every lotto ticket is a winner, every shot is a bullseye. It's crazy. But...
[ He chuckles, thinking back, remembering Sam's absolute uselessness when he'd lost the damn thing. ]
If you lose it, you have awful luck. Kill you dead kinda luck. Sammy had it for a while, and when he lost it, I thought I was gonna have to lock him in a padded room til we took care of it. It was ridiculous. The kid couldn't catch a break - he'd step in gum, he lost his shoe down a gutter, he kept tripping, it was a mess.