Sander Hits the Bunker
"You could have K-T," pondered Lylloff as the press edged closer.
With around 8,000 behind, Lylloff eventually opted for the fold, and was shown for his troubles.
Several hands later, Lylloff's seat was empty, there were no chips at the felt, and the Dane was spotted trundling dejectedly towards the press room. Now I'm no Columbo, but I think he's out.