"Sheckmate!" yelled Jim.
"Noo, nooooooooo," drooled the Reaper. "I c'n shtill move my king...Here!"
With a flourish, Death grabbed at one of the kingsh on the table, mished, and knocked it over with hish shleeve.
"You reshign! I winnnn! Sheckmate, sheckmate, SHECKMATE!" schreamed Jim.
"Alllright!" moaned Death. "Alllllright. Sho, you win. You get shent back. Sho wad you wannabe?"
But Jim wash shtill shelebrating... "Sheckmate! Sheckmate!" he sang.
"Ash you wish!" grinned Death. And suddenly Jim found himself...
Sun Aug 24 05:15:07 2003