Vainglory Residence

"Hah, dogged!" Wallace said in triumph, helping Clyde move his small, plastic mouse to the beginning of the board. "You're awful at this!"

Clyde, quite bitterly, glared at the setback. "I swear, to fix the dice or something. No man can be so good at a game like Mouse Trap!"

"Well, I am." Wallace sneered, shaking up the dice. "Come on, CHEESE WHEEL!"

And lo and behold, guess what happened next. "Damn it! You definitely fixed these dice or something."

"Ha-HA! Yes!" The blue mouse was planted squarely on the yellowish circle beneath the suspended cage. "What!"

Clyde grumbled something under his breath. "Can we we play a game of wit now?"