Two guys walked into a snooker hall with all the confidence of seasoned players.

Every time one of them aimed for a pocket, it was like they were trying to convince the ball to take a scenic route around the table. They would scratch their heads, adjust their stances, and even whisper sweet nothings to the balls in hopes of coaxing them into obedience.

Meanwhile, the snooker balls must have been rolling their metaphorical eyes, wondering how they ended up in a game of cosmic dodgeball. It was like watching a nature documentary where the predators were desperately trying to negotiate with their prey.

Eventually, after countless mishaps, missed shots, and unintentional trick shots, they decided to call it a day. As they walked out, one turned to the other and said, "Well, at least we proved that snooker balls have a strong sense of self-preservation!"

And so, the snooker hall was left in peace, the balls grateful for the respite from their would-be captors. The lesson learned? Sometimes, it's best to stick to watching snooker on TV and leave the actual playing to the pros – or at least to those who have a better chance of befriending the balls!