While I was in the Army, one of the lieutenants asked me what I’d do financially after getting out. I remarked casually that I might turn to “knocking over banks.” Her shocked look told me she’d taken me seriously for a moment or so.
A gamers’ article in 1987 told of a Dungeons & Dragons dungeon master who took some of the weakest monsters, kobolds, and had them intelligently use guerrilla-warfare tactics. Players who weren’t afraid of demons were traumatized by “Tucker’s Kobolds.”
“Tucker’s kobolds were the worst things we could imagine. They ate all our donkeys and took our treasure and did everything they could to make us miserable, but they had style and brains and tenacity and courage. We respected them and loved them, sort of, because they were never boring.”
If they didn’t remember whatever it is, they wouldn’t be saying anything about whatever it is … so leading off with those two words is redundant. I’m particularly upset when I catch myself saying it.
And eight-ball off the far end to end up in the near corner pocket finishes the game….