REQUESTED BY @id88iot ON TIKTOK, THEY ARE VERY COOL :D (the art is also theirs...........)

Chance was sat on his luxurious couch that was in his office, his back leaned into the cushionins as he had a letter from someone in his right hand. it was from Builderman, the big boss himself or whatever youngsters call him these days. Chance's finger slid onto the letter and he ripped it open roughly, not really caring if he ripped anything important... Even though it was from Builderman, chance examined the letter for a second, as if checking if there's a catch somewhere before he shrugged and slowly started reading, his eyes slowly following the letters:, "To Casino 777, Colbert Street. Headquarters seem 'bit boring, would appreciate ya' gettin' some machines from yo' casino and helpin' install it." Signed by Builderman. Interesting. This sure was something... Yet, he didn't expect Builderman to DIRECTLY contact him. Meh, whatever.

Chance closed the half ripped letter and tossed it to the side, the letter slowly but surely landing on some of the paperwork he hasn't done for MONTHS. They weren't important anyway, or so he just thought. After a moment, multiple employees of the HQ, or the ones who were assigned to work for Builderman were carrying his slot machines, video games, and other kind of stuff you'd expect in a casino. nothing out of the ordinary. chance sighed softly, he knew this was gonna be something for sure... But he did wonder, how did all of these people fit in his casino? That's a question for later, he needed to watch over these people so they wouldn't break anything of his... Or they would need to pay for it. Although, it would be free money, no? ah, no, right.

"Ah, you must be th' casino owner, no?" a deep and smooth voice was heard behind chance, chance recognized that voice too well. Was it a bad thing or good thing? Not like they both would know the answer to that odd question. Silence filled the room, besides the employees chatter, before chance quickly turned around and there was that iconic and friendly image of Builderman, in the entrance. builderman waved in a friendly manner, the motion of his hand smooth. Typical Builderman. Always so friendly.

Chance stared at Builderman, his gold eyes behind his shades slowly examining builderman's features, that smile, that hat, that.. He was getting distracted again, he shook his head and a small smirk played on his face — he carefully walked up to Builderman and leaned besides him. "yup, that's me...."