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You walk up to the back room, where the tuxedoed guys are betting on the next two players: Some cool-looking, cigar-chomping Sicilian in a greasy suit, and a wimp named Milton. You announce, "I'm here to rob you. Hand over your loot please, or else..!" The Sicilian curses you in Italian, as you have just thrown off his shot. His cue stick digs a deep scratch into the table's green felt. "Quiet!" bark the other pool sharks.
The pool sharks are looking angrier by the minute. They might sic a grue on you unless you come up with a valid reason for interrupting their game.
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