well, partner, let me spin ya a tale 'bout the time i was playin' billiards, and my cue ball got stuck in what seemed like an unreachable spot behind the eight ball. i had to pass over my usual strategies, seein' as they were as predisjunctive as a coyote tryin' to court a cat. then, an idea as bright as a desert mornin' dawned upon me: i could use a bit of that old trick shot magic to reactivate my chances. with the eyes of the saloon on me, i lined up, took my shot, and lo and behold, the cue ball danced 'cross the table, hittin' its mark just as alerts in my bones told me it would.