Martin Kabhrel’s perspective:
The 4 seat, who is borderline retardedly active, ships with a single 25K chip and makes the sad, obligatory joke about people wanting a count.
This individual has repeatedly make “RIBBBBIT” sounds whenever entering a pot and seemingly identifies as a small amphibious reptile. His VPIP can’t be measured by conventional mathematical means, and the entire table wants to banish him from all existence.
Plus this man has a purse shaped to look like a frog. He’s clearly very disturbed.
I call with KT because it’s only 25K and maybe we can get him off our particular lilly pad.
18 other players call but he inexplicably beats us with QQ, which is a clear fold there.
It seems I will mercilessly subjected to another round of poker with this incessant idiot who spends time in between hands trying to catch things with his tongue.
It’s funny - I never regretted being a poker pro until this table. I’m now questioning most of the decisions I’ve made as an adult.