So move the pieces into play
and everything'll go according
to plan. A subtle smirk
and spark of confidence, pawn to D5.

Locking eyes, you're playing a game
and you don't even realize. Your skills
are amateur at best, and I'm a cold
calculating monster.
Queen to D4.

Before long, pieces lay in puddles
of glass on the outskirts of the
battlefield of perfect little black and
white squares. You've lost your little
soldiers and your little court with a
wink and a laugh.
Rook to D8, checkmate.