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“You ready to get embarrassed, mofo?” Marcus cracked his knuckles, gripping the worn-out red goalie rod like a baseball bat.

Not with fists. With tiny plastic sticks and a rattling metal puck. table hockey hijinks mofos

Silence.

Their sticks crossed in a duel so intense they accidentally tied the metal rods into a knot. For thirty seconds, they just spun in angry little circles, grunting like constipated sumo wrestlers, until Dave had to untangle them with a butter knife. “You ready to get embarrassed, mofo

And then—. Not of a puck, but of all pretense of sanity. “You ready to get embarrassed