High in the Flour Mountains, where clouds drift between peaks dusted with powdered flour, the five Dumpling Immortals sat cross-legged next to a checkerboard suspended over the soft clouds.

“Alright, alright!” Squeaked Wonton Immortal. “No more stalling, Steamed Dumpling. Your move!”

The Steamed Dumpling Immortal simply laughed to himself. "Why, we have all the time in the world!"