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The orc chieftain nodded with a broad grin.
"Me bring chazz board now. You no beat chief at chazz, and me have human
tasties for dinner tonight."
The girls gulped, but Borgatron seemed rather confident.
"Are you aware of the fact that I have the latest Deep Fritz chess engine
installed? I know over a million opening moves."
"Huh?" The orc stared at Borgatron with empty eyes.
"You don't understand, do you? Well, I'll put it in other words so that
it's comprehensible for even a savage beast like yourself: my FIDE ELO
rating is over 2800, well beyond that of most FIDE grandmasters, and
beating even Bobby Fischer's former record of 2785!"
"Huh?" The orc hesitated for a few seconds, trying to take in Borgatron's
words. "You record tin guy? Me no care! You no beat me at chazz game!"
It didn't take long before the chieftain and a robust orcish warrior were
back - with something that didn't bear the faintest resemblance to a chess
board. It was a huge wooden plate attached to a roughly carved tripod, with
a painted skull in the middle. A bull's eye, perhaps? What sort of game
could this be?
The orcs appeared to be waiting for Borgatron to do something.
"What matter, record tin guy? Start chazz game!" the chief urged him.
"Chazz on board from 10 feet first!"
"Huh?" Borgatron didn't quite understand. He turned to Amy.
"What do you think I'm supposed to do? Where's the chess board?"
"Well, unless they bring a chess board real soon, I'm afraid a "chazz game"
must be orcish for "spitting contest". Are you ready to do that?"
"Please save us!" Rami said, struggling with tears.
Borgatron was apparently shocked. "I would, but... I don't have any glands
appropriate for producing saliva. I cannot spit!"
Hearing this, the sisters turned as pale as ghosts, which they knew they
would soon become.
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