"Okay, it ain't every day for me. And my country bloody well earned it," but he sounded amused instead of annoyed. Damn Nazi bastard. Oh if only Anders had a body outside of Colin... Wally would kick his sorry German ass.
He shrugged a little, "Well, until it's too damned late and you give me a good ass reason, you're stuck with me. And I'll note my life was already over when I got turned. If yours wasn't, maybe you can reclaim a bit. It won't be the same, obviously, but it'd be something."
Wally rolled his eyes as he lined up his shot, this time going for the 11... Except that once again he totally missed. The cue ball traveled along the table, bounced off the side, bounced off another side then gently tapped into the 9. The 9 didn't move outside of a tiny rocking jolt. "FUCK!"