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A blistering slapshot (speed: 3 mph) dribbled to a stop at center ice. Neither moved. “Your turn,” said Jen. “No, YOUR turn,” replied Marcus. They stared at the stationary puck for a full minute. A dust bunny scored before either did.

Marcus threw his hands up. “That’s it. I’m challenging the ceiling fan to a rematch.” table hockey hijinks mofos

Silence.

Game on, mofos. Game on.

“Please,” Jen shot back, spinning her yellow center forward in a 360-degree taunt. “I’ve seen your defense. It’s like a screen door on a submarine.” A blistering slapshot (speed: 3 mph) dribbled to