"I busted every single one of them, and it's been going on for twenty years," Phill Hellmuth just said to his table mates. He was talking about Kristijonas Andrulis whom he had been battling with for hours now.
"When I have aces I'm just gonna make a huge raise," Hellmuth uttered.
"You still have time Phill," Andrulis said. "I'm on a mission, you have chips and you wanna play!" he added.
"I'm not going for a min cash," Andrulis continued. "Maybe Phill is though. Are you Phill?"
Andrulis kept needling Hellmuth who was visibly steaming over the battle he couldn't get a grip on so far.
"It's the same old story," Hellmuth sighed.
"Yeah, same old, same old," Andrulis said as he wasn't going to go quiet anytime soon.
"The sick thing was, I had ace-king!" Hellmuth said about a hand they apparently played just minutes earlier.
"The sick thing was," Andrulis said as he raised his voice, "I had the best hand on the flop, the best hand on the turn and the best hand on the river." Right when he said that Hellmuth raised again, and Andrulis defended his big blind.
The flop came down , and both players checked. On the turn the hit and Andrulis fired out 9,000. Hellmuth picked up his cards and snapped them back and forth.
"Oh just fold it," Andrulis smiled right before Hellmuth threw his hand into the muck.
"That was Round 21," Andrulis said as he once again raked in a pot.
"No, it's more like Round 32," another player at the table added.
"Yeah, at least he's winning all the talking rounds in between," Andrulis said as he took it to the next level.
"It's just a little white magic," the other player added as everyone started laughing. This battle is far from over, but for now both players are near the top of the leader board.