"You play a very irritating game of 3-D chess, Mister Spock!" said Alex, taking up the mouse and moving the red queen icon up two levels to block a strategem.
"Well if that move irritated you, I'm afraid you're going to hate this one," replied Greg, moving the green rook. "That's the game, I believe."
"What?" said Alex, as a victory fanfare tune played and the word "CHECKMATE" flashed across the screen. "Oh, no way! You suck!"
"Me? Suck?" said Greg. "I'm the one who won! Obviously it must be you who sucks."
"Nope, nope," Alex said. "You quite definitely suck."
"I'm sorry, but logic has no sweethearts. You lost, therefore you suck."
"Who cares about logic? I know from intuition that you suck!"
Greg shook his head. "Your intuition is misleading you. Four out of five dentists say you
"Ha!" said Alex. "You suck so much that everybody calls you 'The Suckinator'!"
"You should know, you're Suckmaster General!" said Greg.
"You suck like a Hoover on afterburners!" said Alex.
"You suck more than the tornado that carried off Dorothy's house!" said Greg.
"There are black holes out in space that only wish
they sucked as much as you!" said Alex.
Brigid, watching the interchange from the doorway, finally said, "I see intelligent conversation has reached a new high around here. I think, with a little practice, you guys might be ready for eighth grade any day now!"
"Do not interfere, she-devil!" said Alex. "This is man
"It would have to be," Brigid replied. "But I just want to say, for the record, that you both
suck more than Sucky McSuckerson, five-time winner of the Suckville Suckrace's annual Suckiest Sucker award." She turned on her heel and exited quickly, leaving silence in her wake.
"See?" said Greg finally. "I told ya you suck."
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