We have a Ping Pong table here at work. But we don’t just stroll upstairs and Ping the Pong. no no. It’s a slaughterhouse up there. There are two giant holes in the wall from when Bill slammed into the wall when going for a shot. There are broken paddles. There are smashed balls. It’s a war zone.
Victor has purchased two personal paddles, each for over 100 dollars. And V is able to put so much spin on the ball that space time begins to tear.
While everyone else is skipping the ball into the corners, I’m lobbing them high and mighty. yes, I think it’s fair to say that my abilities are a bit less toned than anyone elses. I’m not upset by this. Because of my weakness I’m usually paired with kingpin V. And we do alright.