Gonna write a drama about the high stakes world of professional Monopoly players. The intrigue, the romance, the thuggish tactics, all of it.
"Grandal's just moving across the board buying up random properties! He's not even trying to consolidate his colors."
"I've only seen this maneuver one time before. The 72 championships."
"You don't mean..."
"He's doing the Hickham Maneuver."
"I've only seen this maneuver one time before. The 72 championships."
"You don't mean..."
"He's doing the Hickham Maneuver."
She straddles him and reaches behind him. We close up on him, nuzzling his face against her neck.
She picks up the pewter Scottish terrier. He grins, knowing what happens next.
Sensually she slides the figure down the bridge of his nose.
"Do not pass go," he whispers.
She picks up the pewter Scottish terrier. He grins, knowing what happens next.
Sensually she slides the figure down the bridge of his nose.
"Do not pass go," he whispers.
"I've got all the big properties. I just put up hotels"
"I'm gonna need you to throw the match. Mr Percy has a lot riding on this game."
"But--"
"But nothing. You always knew this was a possibility. He didn't bankroll you because you could win with Marvin Gardens."
"I'm gonna need you to throw the match. Mr Percy has a lot riding on this game."
"But--"
"But nothing. You always knew this was a possibility. He didn't bankroll you because you could win with Marvin Gardens."
"Collect $200"
The room was deathly silent. All the other games had paused. Jackson sat at the board, his arms folded, a serene expression on his face.
"Collect $200," he calmly repeated.
Her hands shaking, Mercy reached for the money, grabbed a stack of $20s and threw them.
The room was deathly silent. All the other games had paused. Jackson sat at the board, his arms folded, a serene expression on his face.
"Collect $200," he calmly repeated.
Her hands shaking, Mercy reached for the money, grabbed a stack of $20s and threw them.
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