Notices a few of his old favorites, but decides he isn't really in the mood.
Looks at the billiards table, but knows he sucks at pool.
Passes the darts, shuffleboard, and pretty-much everything else, until he gets to the Whack-A-Mole game...
Pauses mid-stride, lands his foot with a thud, and stops with a grin spreading wiiIIIIIIiiide across his face.
Slips in a quarter, picks up the hammer, and begins beating the ever-loving-[CENSORED] out of the thing, screaming "DIE YOU F6'S, DIIIIEEEE!" like a demented Scotsman on speed...
Eventually the game shuts down with an almost palpable air of "Oh Jebus, what did I do to deserve THIS?", and he drops the hammer back into the holder with a giggle...)
Ok, I feel better now for some odd reason... =)P |
