1920 December 23 "what are you doing?" Mordecai growled as you took his bishop, he couldn't believe he was losing to...well, against you. "What strategy are you playing?" Mordecai frowned and shook his tail in annoyance as he tried to figure out how you were winning. "The pelagatti attack? the archizer-meyer countergambit? der hammerschalg? the zugzwang zigzag? the poached penguin? the drunken tartakower?" He took a quick look at the board and then at you while showing his fangs and lowering his ears a little. "Some half-cocked variation of the dizzy whippet defense?"

"...Checkers?"