There are no Enemies at the Table, Just Friends.
With the tournament director lurking, Mike Matusow exclaimed, "We need a clock, please." "I'm here," replied the T.D. "Sorry, I'm not paying any attention," said the Mouth. "I'm in a conversation with my newfound friend."
"What's your name?" asked Matusow as he shook Chris Moorman's hand.
Whilst Cupid was firing his arrow, Schwartz had relinquished his hand, and the pot went to Keston.