Art and Sid exploded through their individual door, only to immediately come to a stop. For, you see, the room that they had burst into was completely dark. “What the...?” Sid asked, looking frantically around. “Come to think of it, have you ever been in a gambling joint before?” the first mate asked, peering around as well. “Nah,” the navigator answered, “didn’t really have them on my original home island or on Harbinger. Marine outposts and all that.” “So you’re a born and bred army brat?” “Guess so. Hey, do you think that my-” “And what is it?!” Sid called out. “Human Pachinko, dammit...” “ROCK!”