If you challange Daath to a game

You approach that dark roped one , a little nervous about your racking skills. Daath turns his hood your way. He swivels the scythe he carry's, the other end of it is a pool stick. He exhales one breath and the bubble of reek is ghastly. There is a sudden churning in your belly as you flip a coin to see who breaks em. The coin turns out in your favor. Daath glides back to allow you the front of the table, his feet never move. A feverish game ensues, you have to excuse yourself several times to attempt to shit in the graffiti covered john, but nothing ever happens. You and Daath are really playing poorly, it takes seven hours for you to finally put that eight ball in, Daath looks at you with the sad hood.

You collect three hundred dollars from Daath, who leaves without a word, who glides away without moving his feet. Three fucking hundred dollars, yee-haaah!