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[inkyubeytor]

_{[When the feed comes on a white little paw pulls back from the camera, showing a rather pleased looking Kyubey (well, as pleased as he always seemed to look), curled around a Pillsbury cookie dough container. Held between his paws it seems as if he's chewed the top of the wrapper off, one paw dirtied with cookie dough that he's certainly been licking it off from. He seems to be outside, laying in a patch of clover.]}

How many of you believe in the concept of luck?

_{[He seems to pause to try and fish out more dough, licking it from his paw once he succeeds.]}

The shamrock is a symbol of luck and has been for countless centuries.

_{[And he seems to release the container out of his grasp only to sit up, shake himself off and paw at the ground, plucking a rather large shamrock with four leaves (how lucky) out with tiny little teeth. Sitting back on his hind legs he takes it between his paws, ear twitching slightly.]}

People are superstitious and believe things will bring them luck, just like this shamrock. But it's nothing more than a plant. It isn't special at all in that regard. _{[And just for good measure he pops it past his unmoving little mouth, chewing and swallowing it with a tiny gulp.]}

Luck itself doesn't exist. Everything that happens in the Universe is based on various measures of chance and probability and the interaction between various causes and effects. Even so, people still choose to believe in such primitive concepts. It makes them feel better, I guess.

Even so, who feels lucky today? What is it like to feel lucky? Would you feel lucky if you had the chance to have any wish of yours fulfilled? Because I can do that. Almost any wish at all and I can grant it. Would you like me to?

Do you feel lucky now?

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Comments

[cowboycop]

Western flick. A movin' picture. Y'know, "Dirty Harry". [Jake leans forward a bit and puts on his best Clint Eastwood impersonation.]

"I know what you're thinking... did he fire six shots or only five? Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. But being as this is a forty-four Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?!"

[After a slight pause for dramatic effect, Jake leans back in his chair, places his hands behind his head and props his boots up on the table.]

Well, I've dodged enough bullets to know that a cop's got some luck in 'em. Sure, yer luck'll run out eventually, but it's still there.

[inkyubeytor]

_{[Kyubey isn't...even going to ask.]}

Escaping death brings about a feeling of luck then.

[cowboycop]

Reckon so. But yer feelin' still exists. Ain't any different from feelin' happy er sad. Don't mean happiness doesn't exist just 'cause y'can't touch it.

[inkyubeytor]

Then it's just a feeling, not an actual physical force or concept such as gravity, for example.

[cowboycop]

"Just" a feelin'? Hell naw. 'course it's a real thing. Y'ever heard of "Lady Luck"?

[inkyubeytor]

A personification of the idea of Luck? Yes, I have.

[cowboycop]

Luck's a thing, she proves it. Ain't just a concept.

Just like wind's a thing. Y'don't see it - but y'feel it just fine, and just 'cause y'can't see it don't mean it ain't there.

[inkyubeytor]

Wind isn't really a thing either, it's a concept. Wind is simply the natural movement of air. But, I digress! There's really no need to argue.

_{[Simply because he's already growing bored of doing so.]}