"I win." Christopher sighed pushing his pieces forward on the table.
"Tell me Spock why do I play when I know I am just going to lose?"
"It would be illogical to assume what is going on in your head sir."
"Ah humor me." Humor, a human emotion and one he really didn't understand.
"Perhaps you are never seizing perfectionist who as convinced yourself with the more plays the closer you are to winning; when actuality your techtic as faltered."
"Winning isn't everything Spock, especially in a game of abalone. I believe I play for the communitary and kinship."
"Than why do you care if you lose?"
"I suppose I don't. Again?"