We’ve all had that little voice inside our heads that begs us to lay down the best hand because we just can’t take one more bad beat, right? Is it just us? Maybe this sort of indecision sounds better coming from Mean Gene Bromberg, but then again, maybe it sounds better in Pig-French:

“So, do I call and go to war with my ladies? Against a guy who opens with nearly half his stack and another who shoves everything he has? Under normal circumstances this would be an easy yet easy-to-brag-about laydown. Afterwards you breezily tell how you made an incisive read and laid down two queens, hopefully earning the oohs and the ahhs. But this is Party Poker, where the inmates run the asylum. I might have these guys totally crushed. Based on their crazy raises, I probably do have the first guy crushed at least. I could triple up right here. I could boss the table the rest of the way and smash my way to victory.

“I fold.”

Becomes (English to French and Back):

“Thus, I call and will make the war with my injuries? Against a type which opens with almost half of its pile and another which pushes very that it has? In normal circumstances it would however be easy easy-with-praise-with the subject of laydown. After you say with ease that you made read to incisor and fixed two queens, if all is well gaining the oohs and the ahhs. But it is poker of part, where the prisoners run asylum. I could make crush these types completely. Based on their increasing insane, I probably make crush the first type at least. I could triple to the top of the right-hand side here. I could direct the table the remainder in the manner and the crash my manner to the victory.

“I yield.”

Scaredy-Cat [Mean Gene]
Babelfish