“Don’t,” they said, when I accepted the challenge.
Dying to know why the exceptionally pious, chess-playing cousin
of the parson’s wife was called “The Hammer,” I picked up the gauntlet. Few
ever suffered him more than once; his lack of skill being no secret.
of the parson’s wife was called “The Hammer,” I picked up the gauntlet. Few
ever suffered him more than once; his lack of skill being no secret.
Soon, he carelessly left a “bad bishop,” as they say, surrounded
by friendly pawns. KB1 took the man’s cleric in a blink. “Check.”
by friendly pawns. KB1 took the man’s cleric in a blink. “Check.”
As if his fallibility could possibly be laid to me, the wife’s
relation angrily shouted, “The Devil you say!” before drawing his namesake tool
and slamming it down on my responsible hand. “Repent!”
relation angrily shouted, “The Devil you say!” before drawing his namesake tool
and slamming it down on my responsible hand. “Repent!”
