I'm sure you have it in you to come up with something truly horrible to put me through if I lose. I mean, like, remarkably heinous. If you win, I don't want you holding your punches. I want you to really make me regret thinking of you as a stupid idiot baby who can't play battleship without accidentally choking on one of the pieces, let alone chess.
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If you win, I don't want you holding your punches. I want you to really make me regret thinking of you as a stupid idiot baby who can't play battleship without accidentally choking on one of the pieces, let alone chess.
Why don't you want to tell me?
Coward.