Time slows down. Perhaps the fabric of space/time is being warped by the speed of the uberfast ceramic ball, perhaps we're all inside The Matrix. "Whoah..." Physics Man whispers as the ball seems to punch through space, glowing from the heat of friction with the air around it. With a cacophany of bells, it slams into the UltraMegaSuperBiggieNotSmall Jackpot pillar, sending a wave of sound and points in all directions. If it weren't for the amazing static coefficient of friction betweem the floor and his shoes, Physics Man would have been blown backwards by the blast. Still, the sheer power of his awesomeness rocked even him. A little.

Looking over at his defeated opponents, he released the table and turned to walk towards them. Scowling, Doctor Centrifugus spat out his words for all to hear - "You win this time, Physics Man! Next time, you won't be so lucky!" Luck? the voice in his head exclaimed. that was pure skill, baby. Home Run in New York levels of skill.

And as the dust settled around him like a settling cloud of dust, Physics Man smiled - for the laws of physics had been proven once again to be true, even when faced with strange, eldritch forces like creepy silent unresponsive children who somehow play pinball. Possibly through a heightened sense of smell. No matter - the battle was over. Evil (cauliflowers? suggested the voice in his head) had been vanquished, truth had prevailed, and pinball had been played.

He may never get a day off, Physics Man thought to himself, but with a job like this, who would want them? He shrugged - philosophy wasn't his business. No... for he is

PHYSICS MAN

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