8-21-16 Micro story (prompt word: chips)

One-eyed Bobby eyed Daryl the Mean with his one good eye.
“Are you ready to cash in your chips?” He drawled over the cards in his hand.
“Nope,” Daryl picked one up and stuffed it in his mouth. “But I’m ready to eat ’em.”
“Mom!” One-eyed Bobby removed his makeshift eye-patch. “We’re gonna need more chips!”

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