Footsteps we’re getting closer to the entrance of what was once the Devil’s casino. The once good for nothing lackey, King Dice headed to the door of his boss, The Devil. Looking at the door for a second he gave it a knock.
On the other side of the door, a familiar sinister smile formed. “Its open.” The voice growled.
The door creaked as King Dice slowly stepped inside. “You wanted to see me, Boss?” He asked.
The Devil turned around and faced his right hand man. “Ah Dice, long time no see.” He motioned for Dice to come closer to his desk. “How are things holding up for you since the little cups ruined our lives?” He growled.
King Dice sighed. “My life has been terrible, no one would hire me or give me a new job due to my past here, but I didn’t cry and wallow about it. I didn’t need those jobs anyways.”
The Devil sighed. “Don’t know where I’ll be after they tear down this place.”