I would have taken one look at that gator and said, “My apologies, Sir! I didn’t realize I had entered the wrong da*n rec room and will be leaving right away.”
I would then put my little putt-putt motor in high gear and vacated the premises forthwith. Forthwith, I say!
The story of “the one that got away” would be sufficient for retelling at Saturday night poker games and people could believe me or not.