Losing a bet wasn't on your agenda.

Gambling was the norm for Gyro Zeppeli, constantly spending his coin wherever he could to win. It's not like it mattered, for he had more money and it was just a form of entertainment for him anyways.

But this deal, this match? He needed to win.

He was more than determined, knowing that the loser of the game would have to do one favor for the winner. And boy did he wanna boss you around.

The slight sadistic desire in him at his peak when he saw the look on your face, putting the last poker chip on the table, grinning. His golden grills flashing a smile at you, reading "GO! GO! ZEPPELI!"

"Now, what will I have you do?.."