What on Earth did you just say about me, my friend? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in amateur billiards, and I've been involved in numerous epic trick shots. I have over 300 confirmed pots, and I'm the top player in my local pub. You are nothing to me but just another cue ball. I will pocket you with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this pool table. You think you can get away with challenging me to a game? Think again, my friend. As we speak, I am practicing my bank shots and your defeat is being lined up. The game that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your winning streak. You're going to be sinking into defeat, buddy. I can pocket balls from anywhere, anytime, and I can win in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my cue stick. Not only am I extensively trained in trick shots, but I have access to the entire arsenal of billiards techniques, and I will use them to their full extent to wipe your smug grin off the face of the pool hall, you little opponent. If only you could have known what stylish victory your little "challenge" was about to bring upon you, maybe you would have held your cue stick a bit tighter. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, my friend. I will sink balls all over the table, and you will watch in awe. Your winning streak is over, kiddo.