"I never made a mistake," Aziraphale said in a lofty voice, and he felt that statement was all he needed to say to settle the argument. But he joyfully added, for good measure. "They were also fun! And made a delightful clickity noise."
He approached the table. "I understand. Meeting a good friend in an unfamiliar place such as this is comforting. It's more grounding. Now... how do I do this again? Hmmmm..."
He leaned over the table, but the way he held his stick was all wrong. The tip of his tongue darted out as he concentrated his aim with one eye shut. "Five ball in the side pocket."
The cue hit the ball, but there wasn't enough force behind it, so the ball only skidded forward a few inches, coming nowhere near in contact with his objective. "Oh dear." Aziraphale was dismayed, but not downhearted.