"Go fish," Doce said for probably the seventh time. She wasn't sure if she would possess Frahlah's game luck, and she didn't. Frahlah himself was even luckier than this. But it seemed that even just by inhabiting a Joker's body, the law of averages was tilted in her favor. Phibrizzo said he was a sore winner, and she hoped he wasn't a sore loser too. "Got any three's?"<br/><br/>It truly was a strange phenomenon. Right before their eyes was a battle which could be potentially life threatening to them all, and not a single one of them, at a glance, seemed to care. Vaati and Dark Link were occupying themselves with a different battle; Dark Samus had vanished suddenly, leaving regular Samus looking rather dumbfounded; and she and Phibrizzo were playing cards--something they didn't even want to be doing! And not fifteen meters before them Soul was risking his life and, well, soul (if Masahide lost), and Masahide was trying to overcome his holification process. Well... C'est la vie.