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"Let me win," Whizzer begged, he had sat down for a few minuets to play chess with Jason, since Jason was always playing by himself, Whizzer offered to play. He liked how everything was strategized, almost like life, you make a move - almost every move you make is wrong. Who knew?

"Sure," Jason liked to have someone to finally play chess with, his mother always told him to find someone to play with. And by someone she meant a friend, she probably wouldn't be too happy seeing Whizzer playing chess with him. But if they hurried the game up and finished before Trina got home, nobody would know.

Well, Marvin would know, and Whizzer obviously. But none of the two men would tattle to Jason's mother about playing a short little chess game. Marvin walked in from the kitchen, his hands covered in water, he was 'air drying' as he explained it once to Jason. He didn't like the idea of wasting perfectly good trees by buying paper towels, so he'd rather not buy it at all.

Jason told him to just buy a regular towel, the fuzzy kind that you could rewash and use again. But Marvin was Marvin, and he wasn't going to listen to his 12-year-old son on life advice, apparently. Jason tried to point out that he could use all the life advice he could get, but that just made his father mad.

"I'm winning," Whizzer announced to Marvin, who knew how to play the game correctly. Marvin sighed, from where he was standing he could tell Whizzer was in no way winning. He liked the idea that Jason was letting Whizzer win - because Jason was the king of chess and would never loose on purpose - it brought them closer together.

"You wi-" Jason started only to be cut off by Whizzer as he jumped up nearly knocking half of the wooden figurines down onto the floor.

"CHHECCKMAAAATTEEE!" Whizzer screamed, Marvin, finally satisfied with his eco-friendly hands sighed and walked out of the room while Whizzer did a victory dance around the living room. Jason sat happily watching Whizzer throw half the couch pillows across the room. Whizzer didn't win Jason let him win. Both Marvin and Jason knew this, but Whizzer seemed so happy with winning, so Jason didn't want to ruin the moment.

"I defeated the great King Of Chess!" Whizzer jumped on the couch, triumphant, "Just call me - Oh Great One!" Whizzer proclaimed jumping off the over priced leather cushions and to the floor.

"Oh Great One?" Marvin yelled from the kitchen, "Trina's home, what happened to you making dinner?" Marvin watched from the kitchen window as Trina walked up the front steps of the house, and started to unlock the door.

"Cripes," Whizzer fake-cursed in front of Jason. "Tell her we're having take out from the Chinese food place!" Whizzer ran to the back of the house to sneak out the back door, and like he did every night buy take out.

"Trina doesn't roll like that, she wants it to be a home made meal!" Marvin yelled, and sighed in defeat as he heard the back door slam shut. "I tell you this every time," Marvin muttered walking to the front door to greet his wife, who wouldn't be too happy to figure out the dinner plans were scraped.

Trina walked through the front door, she was muttering something to herself as she left her shoes by the front door and walked in to greet her family. She looked from Marvin to Jason.

"Where's Whizzer? Shouldn't he be making dinner? It's his night," Trina was strict with the 'his night' rule, where either Marvin or Whizzer made dinner dependent on the rotation of the night. And when he got older, Jason would have to be added to the making dinner list.

"Ah- we'll he'll be here soon," Marvin blushed, why was he always the one to break the news to Trina that Whizzer messed up?

"He's late to dinner," Trina sighed, shaking her head "Late again..."

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