Thinking about what old-new games Cueball might be playing today is giving me depression.

As someone who was bullied and assaulted several times in school, I have to chime in: don’t do that. A huge, arcing punch like that is flashy and spectacular, but it is easy to dodge or deflect (massive moment arm), and you’ll be thrown off-balance. Instead, if you can get in close, aim for the gut, just below the sternum. Keep the fist low and close to your body, and twist your torso as you punch. Hitting the soft tissue below the ribcage and above the stomach is fucking painful and will leave the rubber sole sommelier struggling to breathe.

“You are absolutely right, ma’am. I understand why my spilling your drink in your lap has caused you some distress, and I truly sympathize with your son’s concussion from the blunt impact caused by my reckless flailing to fix my previous mistake. Please listen to this advertisement while another attendant comes to assist you.”

Hide it in a poem in a leather bound book at the end of a trap-filled dungeon.