[The silence lasts for another second -- and then the crowd explodes. Primarily the demon minions, two of whom leap into the air in panoplies of joy, several of which had collapsed to the ground in despair and agony, and one of who was off in the corner muttering, "I was saying 'Too-urn'." The Prinny nearly vanishes beneath a swirl of bettors trying to claim their winnings, while Zetta, alone in midair, heaves a weary sigh.]
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Are we done yet?