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"I'm all in," I say, sliding my chips forward. My opponent tries to read my face, but I am like stone because I'm thinking about a flock of butts, just a bunch of disembodied butts with wings that fly around and communicate by farting and that poop everywhere just like real birds, and also twerking is their mating dance.

My opponent sighs. "I fold." One of the imaginary butt birds in my head farts triumphantly, but all I do is collect my chips and wait for the next hand to be dealt.