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The problem with allowing Kevin to explore any market while unsupervised is that sooner or later he will stumble across one gambling den or another, which may or may not result in him being chased by burly individuals a little too eager to fold him into pretzelian shapes. It is not that possessing a knack for estimating probabilities and having God on his side could ever be counted as cheating. It is just that rational explanations and assertions of fair play tend to fall on deaf ears when one's listeners have been stripped to their underthings.

Honestly, some people just don't know when to stop.

Not that Kevin himself is stopping any time soon. After a few twists and turns, one ruined spice stand, three turned trashcans and one stomped cat's tail, he is crashing right into you. Yes, you.

'Excuse me! Excuse me!'

The reason for his haste becomes quite apparent when a group of very angry beings belonging to a surprisingly varied selection of species turn around the corner. In compliance with universal protocol, they are also shouting and waving weapons in a most menacing fashion. A rather impressive feat, considering that they are, indeed, stripped to their underthings.

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So strict! Naturally, Odo's judging expression only makes Kevin look more embarrassed.

'Sir, I believe I have caused enough trouble as it is, haven't I?'

This is his cue to retreat. Future Officer Odo has certainly more important things to do, right?

Odo sighs. The hell Kevin has. "Oh, you didn't intend to cause more, did you?"

'I did not intend to cause any trouble in the first place!'

It was just gambling. Gambling. Perfectly innocent gambling!

Oh, right, he didn't want to. But intent is not magic, you know. Odo scoffs.

So much judging. Kevin takes a step back, smiling politely.

'W-well, see you later, Mister Odo. I hope you will be Officer Odo next time we meet again.'

For training, apparently.