Marcus snerked and grabbed his own cue, holding it in one hand and bouncing it, as if trying to find where the center of balance of was. He eyed the table, and then took his shot, knocking in the striped ball.
"Thank you, actually," he said with a grin, and took his second shot, which failed to hit much of anything in any direction.
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