Ping - Pong Classic Game Fix

Elias stepped in. He didn't push it. He flicked his wrist. Snap.

Mr. Henderson nodded slowly. He walked over to the side of the room and opened a dusty supply closet. He rummaged past bottles of bleach and stacks of paper towels, eventually pulling out a wooden case. He brought it to Elias. ping pong classic game

Marcus was rattled. He grabbed his neon headband and twisted it. He looked at Elias, who stood perfectly still, the heavy wooden paddle resting against his thigh. Elias looked like a statue of a warrior from a bygone era. Elias stepped in