He looks down and quickly reminds himself that what could certainly be his package, and the penetration of soft buns, is not what has made him come....
the count soars, he takes a seat at 3rd base and lays some cash on the felt...only to hear one of the rednecks say "uh, you ain't fixin' to get in til the end of the shoe, are you!"
he stops and empties a giant backpack full of 25 dollar denomination chips into a nearby craps table and begins sorting out the chips that are valid at this casino before he buys in at the next table.