Pete walks into the bright, shiny, dingy new area of the Newark bar appropriated for IND. He was pushing something large and heavy, obscured by a sheet, on an anti-grav gurney.
He pulls up by one wall. "Right-o lads, a little something to christen the new place."
He whips off the sheet, revealing an antique pool table.
"Ok pub rules apply... bigs 'n smalls, no free shots, and if you lose without sinking a ball you have to drop your dacks!"