I'm effluent.
Two days ago at the mansion.
"Jeeves, what say we go to the Billiard center and play One Pocket, my good man."
"Very good Sir, shall I go warm up the Bentley?"
"No, you can carry me on your back. It isn't that far and the exercise will do you good."
"Quite right, Sir. What was I thinking?"
An hour and a half later.
"Here we are Jeeves. Invigorating wasn't it?"
"Oh yes (wheeze)......Sir. I don't know...... (hack, hack) when I've had so much...... (puff, pant) fun. Let's do it again (puke)......as soon as possible"
Once inside.
"Fetch us a rack of balls, will you Jeeves, and bring me back a single-malt, if they have one."
"Very good, Sir."
Jeeves returns with a box of balls in one hand and a drink in the other.
"I'm dreadfully sorry Sir, but they have no Scotch. I brought you a Jack Daniels, instead."
"Very well Jeeves. Damn cretins."
"What shall we play, Sir? Nine-ball, Eight-ball, Rotation, or One Pocket?"
"Let's play One Pocket. I rather fancy the idea of only using one pocket. Much more efficient that way. Rack them up, old boy, and by-the-way, do you gamble?"
"On occasion, Sir."
Three hours later.
"Now let's see, Sir. You now owe me the Bentley, the house in the Hampton's, your two gold Rolex's, and oh yes, fifty thousand cash. Will that be all you miserable sonofa*****?" :dance: