You know you have it down now. Next round middle aged doughy cock bitch Man is going down. But when the two of You stand on opposite sides of the line of pool tables a group of thirteen armed Mollkins burst threw the doors. They have do it yourself swords and clubs made of trash and they demand the cash of everyone in the room and that the bar keep start filling up pitchers of beer for them. You don't have time to consider what you are doing. With a primal scream you launch into combat. The site of you is so fearsome three Mollks turn around and sprint out of the bar. You swing your pool stick into the nearest Mollkin. Crack! The Mollkin goes face down to the floor. Down for the count. You swing savagely and two more and beaten into submission. The rest of the Mollkins are running away so fast that their headtoes flap! Arcata Bill is blown away. He shakes your hand and he buys you drinks all night long.