"It was better than nothing," he offers. "And you could have changed them into whatever you wanted."
"Right then. So my fear wasn't pure." Rus looks really, really uncomfortable. You never know who might be listening. "He was spread too thin. And he relied on people who weren't entirely loyal to him."
"Not saying to won't happen", he comments with a glance at T2, "but it'll won't be on purpose."
T1 shrugs. "Whatever," he says absently. "All right then," he nods at Rus. "Go ahead." Rus rolls the dice and makes twelve. He stares at the dartboard, fixing the wedge in his mind. He closes his eyes and throws. The first lands in the wedge next to twelve. Rus mutters a curse and frowns ferociously in concentration. A deep breath, eyes closed, another throw. And the dart sticks the twelve like it had eyes of it's own. Rus smiles tightly and nods to himself. One more. And another hit, not as clean as the first, but the dart is in the twelve wedge. T1 claps twice, impressed. Rus beams.
"'Ere!" T2 blurts. "'E's cheatin'! No one can do that! It's rigged somehow!"
Rus' face darkens and he leans looming over T2. "D'you know what happened to the last person who accused me of cheating?" he asks in a deadly voice. T2 shakes his head, unable to speak. "Neither does anyone else," Rus answers. "They never found him."
Still, it's comforting to think about. Whole cranberries or sauce or both? Now that sounds like something to try making! May I have details please? :)