"I, Jack Atlas, am the best! How could you, Crow, beat me, Jack Atlas, in a game of checkers?" shouted a tall, angry blonde teenager.
"I beat you because even the so-called best turbo duelist is able to suck at checkers, that's how," replied a small redhead teen who looked like he had just gotten out of bed.
"I DEMAND A REMATCH!" Jack shouted.
"Alright!" crow said happily.
10 minutes later…
"King me!"
"WHAT! I'M THE KING! I WILL NEVER KING YOU, CROW!"
"Tough. Cause I just moved to your end of the board, and now you have to king me, so… KING ME!"
"Hell no!"
I love you, Jack."
"I said no – WHAT IN THE NAME OF GOD ALMIGHTY DID YOU JUST SAY?"
"I love you, Jack Atlas. Will you marry me?"
"HELL NO! HOLY CRAP!!! WHAT IN THE NAME OF GOD IS GOING ON HERE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!"
"Heehee, heehee, heeeheee HAHAHAHAHAHA! God, Jack, you should of seen the look on your face! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"I COMMAND YOU TO DIE NOW!!!"
"Hi, guys? What is going on here? Why are you screaming, Jack? It's five thirty am, for god's sake!" said a tall light blue haired teen, walking into the room.
"Yeah, what is going on here? And why is there a broken checkerboard on the floor?" asked a medium height teen with gold highlighted black hair.
"What's going on here is that CROW IS DEAD MEAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" yelled Jack.
Then everybody in the room, save for Jack, was laughing histerically.