Give the Wolf What Belongs to the Wolf!
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The last three hands were called, media were duly ejected and the bags for the chips brought into view. But the day's play isn't over til it's over, and there was still time to squeeze in an elimination. Unfortunately, the player doing the eliminating is not sat in his original seat, and until we get seat cards that means he's nameless. If you know him, then this description of his victory will ring a bell*:
He stood up over the table with his arms upraised shouting what sounded like, "MAMF! MAMF! MAMF! You have the honour to play me!"
The board had brought a jack and a queen on the flop, and his hand, on its back, was 
while his soon-to-be-leaving opponent held 
. This situation had got both of their relatively small stacks flying in.
"Now I can play!" the gent (smoking one of those fake cigars which let off 'smoke') shouted, although he must know that the end of the day is minutes away.
"Give the wolf what belongs to the wolf," he ended cryptically, before settling down to stack and bag his 40k. That is honestly the most excitement expressed by any of the players here today.
*Discovered later to be Austrian Elmar Dirnberger.