[ What's the fun? Ask 'Li'. He takes a quarter, toying with it between pretend-clumsy fingers. Like Chekov, he's also gauging the angle of reach and range. But he isn't obvious about it; his face still has that pleasant, gormless expression. ]
[ He's not aiming to score. He's aiming to miss. ]
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[ He's not aiming to score. He's aiming to miss. ]
....So, um, who goes first?