[ Most of the games are run by weird smoke people. One of them is run by an underfed looking nervous young man. Cole looks fairly normal except for the pink fleshy animal ears pushed down by his ridiculous hat, ears which twitch every so often. Cole's bending down in front of his booth, idly fiddling with a blade of grass, when he spots Guzma walk by.
Oh! A person! He knows what to do! Cole quickly stands back up and looks over at Guzma. ]
Hello! Would you like to throw a ball at the bottles?
[ His sales pitch is a bit quiet, stilted as all hell, and needs a lot of work. It's obvious he's still pretty new at this. The game booth Cole runs is a typical 'toss the ball and try to knock over a stack of milk bottles' sort of game. ]
wildcard!
Oh! A person! He knows what to do! Cole quickly stands back up and looks over at Guzma. ]
Hello! Would you like to throw a ball at the bottles?
[ His sales pitch is a bit quiet, stilted as all hell, and needs a lot of work. It's obvious he's still pretty new at this. The game booth Cole runs is a typical 'toss the ball and try to knock over a stack of milk bottles' sort of game. ]