Angelo draws himself up, and nods sharply. "Baseballs, I think." He marches over to the blatantly rigged game and pays for a few shots' worth. His particular power-set won't let him counterbalance the cheat, but his throwing arm isn't bad. Enough knife-work had seen to that.
He goes through his first round of attempts, and manages to win a 'small' prize, likely worth less than he paid even for the chance, made by sweatshop labor somewhere. He holds up the stuffed walrus to Charlotte. "Should I try to 'double down' for one of the bigger ones?"
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