Continent
"Whoo! Mama got double sixes again!" Sam exclaimed happily. The iCarly trio was playing one of Spencer's own bored games, Venture, in which players had to try to take over as many continents as they could.
"And that gives me all of Europe," she said happily.
"No, I still have England," Freddie pointed out. "And wait until you see what I have in store; there's going to be nothing left of your army when I'm done."
"Eh, that's all talk, Benson," Sam shrugged. "You've got nothing."
"Guys, what did we say before we started the game?" Carly asked her bickering friends.
"We'd play nicely and respectably," the said together in a monotone voice.
"Good, now do it," she commanded them. "And pass me the dice, it's my turn."
"Here you go, kid," Sam said, handing her the dice.
"Yay! I've nearly got all of Antarctica," Carly said happily, rolling a nine.
"Carly, why would you waste your time getting Antarctica," Freddie asked, rolling his eyes. "You're supposed to go for the big continents, like Europe and North America and Asia."
"Well I would've gone for North America, but you killed my men!"
"It's war, Carly!"
"You could still be nice!"
"Carly, this is a game of strategy," Freddie tried to explain to her. "You need to carefully develop a game plane and try to execute it as swiftly as possible."
"No, it's about total domination," Sam countered. "You don't need a plan; just a really big army."
"Strategy!"
"Army!"
"Strategy!"
"Okay," Sam said. "Let's make it interesting. Whoever takes over Africa first wins this argument."
"Deal," Freddie said, grabbing the dice. "But you're going down!"
"Yeah, sure I am," Sam scoffed as Freddie rolled a two.
Sam rolled a double five, which yielded her another turn, and then rolled a twelve. Within three turns she had successfully taken over the continent.
"Oh yeah!" she said. "Who's the best? I'm the best!"
"Whatever," Freddie muttered, eyeing Sam's plastic playing pieces with hatred.
"Now you have to buy me a smoothie," Sam said.
"I already buy all your smoothies," Freddie laughed.
"Because you're such a good little boyfriend," she grinned, patting his head. "Now go. I want a an extra-large blueberry cherry splat."
"Fine," Freddie sighed. "Hey, where's Carly?"
"I quit a long time ago," she said from the kitchen, watching the scene with amusement.
