Winslow: Oh, hello there! Another enthusiast, I presume? How good it is to see a fresh face here at the Inventory. I imagine you're here for the card game with the fellows downstairs? Let me lead you down there. leads you down the stairs

A first timer, hm? I'm a bit more familiar with the... eh... "benefactions" of the club.

stops at the bottom of the stairs and turns to you The club was founded in 1919 in response to an early draft of the 18th Amendment. Through... back channels, it was learned that this vile piece of legislation would not only outlaw libation, but games and amusements that could also "threaten the world-renown determination and productivity of the American Workforce." (mocks a salute) Pah! Can you imagine? GAMES OUTLAWED? Nevertheless, this club has remained here in secret ever since, just in case those "in charge" get another bee in their bonnet, hm? reaches the are below the table

So, welcome. And enjoy yourself.

Ah, your table! tuns to the four on the table Ahem, gentlemen! the four turn

I hope there is room at the table for a fifth?

Sniper: of course, mate!

Winslow: Very well! Winslow: I assume that everyone has brought the requisite $20,000 buy-in for tonight's tournament? everyone tosses a bound stack of money onto the table Winslow: Everything seems to be in order. The chips are stacked, the deck is shuffled... Let the tournament BEGIN! Winslow: Gentlemen, I leave you to the tender mercies of...GLaDOS. GLaDOS: descends from the ceiling Good evening. Everyone jumps Sniper: GOOD GOD mate! Gavin: What the hell! Gabriel: What in the God name! Claptrap: Hubba hubba!

GLaDOS: This completes the first test of the contestants' poker faces. The bad news is you all failed miserably. The good news is you appear to be evenly matched. ascends The name of the game is Texas Hold'Em.