We liars avoid each other like plague.

It's like a poker game,

The buffer who buff better wins more money.

Same thing to liars.

When we encounter a better liar, our lies will be see through.

Imagine how would that ends up.

In Vietnam, buffers don't just get booted out of the game, they get beaten up half-dead, and when they come back to life they get beat up more, and if they're still alive then, they will be beaten to death for real. The family get collared. Mafia gets involved, and those mafia aren't introverted tattooed bad boys. They are heartless veterans, with dark crew cuts and calloused hands that break nice necks like yours.

Lying is like buffing. Know your opponent. Perfect your hands.

Sitting around the poker table, you aren't the only one who know how to bluff.

You put the coins in and buff. You pray you buff well. You pray and you pray. Because if you don't, death is the prize. And sometimes, it's more than that.