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[In the billiards' room, Gilbert is...amusing himself?...this evening.
That means he's slinking around the table with a pool cue almost as tall as he is, watching the balls spread out on it with a disinterested gaze and a wry smile. Every now and then, he leans and shoots - not bothering with which sphere he's pointing at or which one he's hitting. He shoots with too much force to be accurate but still manages to pocket something new, every once in a while.
The white cue's abandoned at one corner of the table; he's aiming with the eight-ball.]
It's so kind of them, giving us all this space to entertain ourselves in.
Really, we have such polite captors. I'm flattered.
[Why, yes, he is raising his voice enough to make sure he's heard over the intercom. There's no point in bitching to himself.]
That means he's slinking around the table with a pool cue almost as tall as he is, watching the balls spread out on it with a disinterested gaze and a wry smile. Every now and then, he leans and shoots - not bothering with which sphere he's pointing at or which one he's hitting. He shoots with too much force to be accurate but still manages to pocket something new, every once in a while.
The white cue's abandoned at one corner of the table; he's aiming with the eight-ball.]
It's so kind of them, giving us all this space to entertain ourselves in.
Really, we have such polite captors. I'm flattered.
[Why, yes, he is raising his voice enough to make sure he's heard over the intercom. There's no point in bitching to himself.]