"King me!" justGeorge shouted at the top of his lungs, just to prove he was a winner.
"Sorry dude, you just jumped yourself and ended up on your side," the fat guy accross the table from him said, slightly annoyed.
"So that means your piece doesn't get to be king, so just make a legal move instead."
(justGeorge thinks about it for a while, then gets angry)
"Well if my piece doesn't get to be king, then YOU'LL be the one that's crowned," he pointed a gruby finger at the fat guy.
"What's dat supposed to mean?"
"It means you should let the stupid piece become a king... or else."
"Are you threatening me?!"
"Listen, I'M the one who's cheating so I SHOULD BE THE ONE WHO SHOULD WIN!"
"Calm down, dude. You're getting way too into this game. Let's just play something else."
justGeorge shook his fist, a single vein bulged from his neck. "NO! NOW I INSTANTLY WIN!"
And in a moment of maniacal rage, picked up the wooden checkers board, and slammed it on the fat guy's head, breaking it in half. The fat guy ran to get the police, while justGeorge ran in the opposite direction.
justGeorge faded off into the night, leaving the sound of sirens behind him...
The fat guy was cleaning up the checkers, then noticed a note on the ground. He picked it up and read it. It said:
I still win, fatty.