So after the weasel called, I usually never ever would even consider slowrolling but he was just so disgusting acting and looking I said, “Good call, sir, missed my straight draw” and he triumphantly flipped up his sevens full.
“I think that’s good, lemme just check I don’t have a 3 in my hand” I said and his face fell.
I squeezed all 4 slowly and flipped up the 6, then the 8, then the A, then like Antonio Estfandari in the WPT he won with AA, raised the 3 as high as I could above my head so he couldn’t see and then spiked it down on the table face up.
He got furious. “You fkn Euro-fggot you’re a classless piece of sht! This sht is so fkn rigged I’m never playing here again!” He shouted at the top of his lungs.
Then his face fell again and he looked panicked and stopped talking.
“Didja sht yourself again, Jimmy?” asked this old gent that seemed to be a reg.
He burst into full on tears and walked away fast out of the poker room not bothering to rack up the remaining few hundo in chips he had left and the odor and huge bulge in the back of his mesh shorts confirmed that this moron scumbag weasel I owned had in fact shat himself.