“First I’m going to chop down all of your trees, and use the lumber to build my palace. Then I’m going to pillage your castles and plunder all your loot from rickety, old treasure chests. I might leave you a few sheep if I’m feeling generous.”
Steve, clutching a controller on his couch, clicked a button to execute his cruel plan.
“You said you wouldn’t take my lumber! You always ruin the game”, said Susan. “That’s it; I’m leaving and you can play by yourself.”
Suddenly Susan swung open the door and a woosh of cold Fall air entered along with Maple leaves. Then the door slammed should. The game stopped.
Dave rounded the corner, entering the living room and furrowed his brow.
“What was that about? Why’s Susan so angry?” Dave asked.
“Ah, This is just the game we play while we’re playing this game. She’ll forgive me and come back to play more.”
“You sound pretty confident about that,” Dave replied.
“Yeah, look I’ve left her some sheep.”