Gaeta winces. No titanium? It's easy to accept the rudimentary electricity and transportation when you're dealing with it every day; he hadn't even considered -- but should have -- that it would extend to seemingly basic materials, too.

"Yeah, good point," he says. With a sigh of feigned melancholy, "Guess I won't be building a rocket out of acorns after all."

Then again, considering the fresh pile of them about to come his way...

The round concluded, everyone lays down their hands, and to the shock of barely anyone (but to a handful of hearty groans), Gaeta's won again. Smirking, he gathers up his winnings. Again.

To Leon: "But maybe I will be able to buy the sub on my own."