"Trouble."
Stuart and Stokes exchanges look and mindly claps for him. Even if they understand half of it, it would be alright. What Root tried to calculate is bitter complicated. Though he is insane, he hasn't become much favourite to anyone. Again shifts the Eightball on its place, made the rack again, moves beside to Stuart against the foot spot, handed him the cue stick and told him to hit one. But he refused though, "Play your OWN game. I am not interested anymore."
Root jerks a bit and places the stick on its place. "I'm not playing games, I'm just creating troubles. Let me create troubles."
Stokes again falls in confusion. Moves in front of Root and tells, "Look at me. Moments earlier you're trying to NAME each things, later you're trying to break the POOL rules and now you're try
