Sitting in my kitchen this morning, hunched over a gingham cloth fashioned into a chessboard. We were using my medicine bottles, spice bottles, salt-n-pepper shakers as chess pieces. I looked up at my opponent, a dyed in the wool space alien, "dude, do you always take this long to move on your planet?" He grinned, I had to turn my head away, you can only stand so much of alien pride. He normally slips in and out unseen, can you believe an alien prankster, rearranging my furniture, laughing and leaving. This time a part caught fire in his transfer device (so much for superior technology). He was so embarrassed, turned green-n-purple, cursed, at least I think it was cursing, then laughed. I thought he was gong to eat me or kill me. This is why he just grins now to ease my fears. I told him no sweat, you can go to Radio Shack in the morning. He nodded, "been there before, they're good." He finally made his first move, somehow I felt I had lost already. "I'll bring you back a real chess set from home and can I have the extra door key in case my transfer unit bust again?" This time I grinned, he turned his head away and muttered something about earthling pride, got up and went to Radio Shack.
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