A/N: Sorry.
"Hey, Yami! Guess what?"
Yami sighed. Not again. Usually when Marik asked him to "guess what," he ended up on the receiving end of a large slap to the brain. Also on the receiving end of a big fat psychiatrist's bill that took at least three months to pay off. In short, he was more than reluctant to answer the resident psycho's question.
However, if he didn't answer… Yami shuddered. "What is it, Marik?"
Marik grinned. "You just lost The Game."
"And what, pray tell, is 'The Game'?"
"Well," Marik said, grinning, "there are three rules to The Game. One: You're always playing The Game. Two: Whenever you think about The Game, you lose The Game. Three: All losses must be announced."
"But… how do you win?"
Marik smiled. "That's the thing, Yami," he whispered. "You. Can't."
Yami's face went blank, and Marik giggled as he skipped away, listening happily to the screams that followed him down the street.