10k? 10k? What do you think I'm made of money? I wish I had that kind of money to waste on gambling. I'm sure I could assist you, but alas theres been a few assholes picking my pockets lately... well one asshole, takes your money and scarpers, and when you track him down and kick his ass he claims it's only 15k, why would you be upset over 15k? Well if it's only 15k why the fuck did you bother stealing it in the first place... honestly it's enough to give you tourette's. 

Big  Chief Aurelain Mote looked around his impromptu camp, he could have wore he heard something, perhaps a buffalo farted? No, quite impossible, as much as he smelled bullshit, these buffalo were all stuffed, and incapable of farting, perhaps he had been partaking of the ceremonial pipe a bit too much. Taking another look around and seeing nothing untoward, Aurelain Mote went back to the pipe, waiting for the next patron willing to go on a vision quest to find their animal totem. 

There it was again, no doubt someone was playing tricks on him, possibly Sao- or OneEyedMonster, maybe even Hawk, but he wouldnt let them get to him. No wierd noises or foul stench would get to him, after all, he'd just sat and had a conversation with VoxNeruda. Maybe it would be best to dial back on the wacky baccy, just a bit... there was always tea after all.

As the big chief was distracted by strange noises Sao saw this as his chance. His time to shine. He was going to steal some smoke and the ceremonial pipe and make hundreds...all he had to do was get it. When Bug Chief had his back turned Sao darted for the goods. He grabbed the smoke, and pipe and darted to the nearest buffalo. He mounted the buffalo and tried to kick it into motion. That’s when he realized his error. The buffalo were fake and he was bamboozled.

”Fuck...”

Aurelain Mote almost pissed himself laughing, oh how the mighty had fallen, here was Sao- looking to smoke on his special pipe, and all he ended up doing was riding a stuffed Buffalo. Some people just didn't have any luck.

I knew you had to be involved shomewhere Shao... now be a ggo boy and take yer hansh off my pipe. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Mote, I’m just riding a buffalo.”

Sao runs off leaving the pipe. Mote didn’t mention anything about leaving the smoke. 
 

“Later suckers!”