“Both Weenerman and me outlasted the top-rail sit-out with bum to spare,” I grin, then it was onto some other events, chosen at random.”
“Or ease of getting to,” Honey Dew says knowingly.
“Ah the esteemed game of Billards,” I reminesce, “Or pool as it is commonly known as.”
“Right here in River City,” Charley Kno laughs.
“You know the closest thing we’ve got to a River around here is that Wretched Too Much Creek,” Honey Dew reminds Charley.
“Just the quote of the moment,” Charley explains to her.
“At any rate,” I go on, “We stopped in at Bullseye Tavern to run the pool test.”
“I bet the game went on for hours,” Honey Dew ponders.
“Well, a good forty-five minutes anyways,” I agree.
“And finally someone won,” Carley Kno speculates, “Probably took a lot of skill.”
“Yep,” I agree, “took a lot of positioning and moves and counter-moves, but finally the WeenerMan got to the Eight-Ball, and put it in the Corner Pocket first.”
“But I t hought when you put the Eight-Ball in,” Honey Dew starts.
“This is the Iron-Bum Competition, Honey,” Charley fills in, “Putting in the Eight Ball would be just the objective to compete.”
“Now you’re catching on,” I grin at Charley.
“So HM is quite the technician at playing Strategic Pool,” Honey Dew figures.
Yep,” I agree with HJoney, “When it come to being an Iron Bumb, this is a Job, for the WeenerMan.”