DubloonMan stood triumphant and brushed off the dust and splinters from his arms, having crashed into the shack. He was quick to return SurfBro's pat on the back with a hearty grin and a solid hand on his shoulder, "Lad, ye held yer own. I'll keep yer offer in mind."

"So we're done? Are we done? I r-really wanna get moving." Roger stammered. He had reached his limit and had his finger over the jack-out command.

"Aye! Quit yer belly-achin'! We be done here." DubloonMan said.

Just as DubloonMan finished his sentence, Roger tapped the button on the PET screen, recalling his navi in an instant. He made one final check to see that he had collected all of his chips from the bench before rushing off to the metroline. It was time to go home.

((Jack Out))