So let me regail you with a short story.
This happened not long ago, in a land far away. (This land happens to begin with a k and rhymes with diarrhoea).
I was playing table tennis, when a Korean arrived. I suggested we play together, and he beat me two full sets. The first was decided, 21-19. The second 26-24 (roughly speaking; a number of extra points were played). I decided I'd had enough, so proceeded to annihilate him, 21-10. Having agreed to play five games/sets, he valiantly decided to call it a day, and left the table. He didn't say a word, put his bat back or the ball. He just left.
Asshole.
Although he won more games, I completely destroyed him mentally - and, afterall; isn't making new friends what internationalisation is all about?
(He was good at table tennis though, I'll give him that.)
(And he took about five forehand smashes to the face, so fair play to him for lasting that long.)
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