Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-26832713-20190920204927/@comment-39803313-20191003163140

In a nearby bar that hasn't exploded yet, two small-time rogues were simply playing pool. The shorter of the two holds his cue to his side and ruffles his blue hair, waiting for his turn, "You finished yet, Stickler? Because I'm CUE-ing up my next turn,"

The taller tightens his grip on his cue and pokes the white ball, which bounces off the wall of the pool table and knocks into a red ball. The red ball, in turn, rolls in front of one of the other balls. "Well, Feathers," He says as he steps back from the table, "I hope that move will PUN-ish yours,"

Feathers simply smiles and starts to plan his next move.