| Cyanide. Danger has a dress code. The last time this much sophistication met with this much assassin-quality performance, it was speaking with a British accent and holding a martini. Shaken, not stirred. Cyanide cues are clean, crisp and cunning, approaching the game with precision and confidence. The other side of the table will stare nervously at the pearlescent, contrasting colors as you grip those rubber wrap stripes to deliver the bad news: You’ve got Cyanide. The sleekest License to Kill ever issued.
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