[Husk had been idly shuffling his cards, looking over the plans for this part of the future casino he plans on opening. Someone calls him over to tale a small look at something, mostly to help make a decision. Husk sets his cards down and goes over. He swiftly makes a decision and walks back over to...

...see his cards are gone. His head whips to the person who said that the cards were his and Husk begins bolting after.]

Motherfucker, those are mine!