Alright boys you’ve had plenty of time, place yer bets or piss off.
“I’ve got $50 says theres’s four.”
“”I’ll match $50 and say six plus another $20 on one blue.”
“I’m gonna play it safe and go $50 on four and raise $30 for a green.”
“No way, look at the size of it, $60 on six and $50 on blue.”
Everyone side-eyed eachother, not sure what move to make, finally the dealer made the final call.
“So whose matching and whose dipping out boy’s? Ten seconds and to go.”
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“Alright I call.”
“Same.”
“Yeah sounds good.”
“I’m set.”
“Alright boys, bets are locked in, let’s see how the foals roll.”
The dealer takes a large carving knife and slashes across the swollen belly of a very pregnant blue and green dam, who was tied firmly to a small steel pole and muzzled so she couldn’t make much more than some grunting noises.
Tears spilled from her eyes and blood and viscera spilled from her stomach as her womb was emptied and six almost ready foals tumbled out into the cold cruel world. Wriggling around in the gore and filth, quickly expiring from exposure as it’s mother wriggled in pain and sorrow as best she could, was a little green unicorn.
“AW RIGHT COME TO PAPA HAAAAA!!!” One of the patrons snatched up a stack of chips from the table, cheering his good fortune.
“Congratulations sir you are the big winner. Don’t feel bad boys we have fluffs for days, set up up for round two!”
The drain and disposal built into the table activated, flushing the almost babies down into the deep dark to be blended to slurry as the mama looked on, just before she faded out and was replaced by the next lucky “volunteer.”