“Oh, come on,” the bard whined as he stood up from the gaming
table where a black stone had just been placed inside a square of his
white stones.
“What?” the old woman innocently asked.
“Don’t ‘what’ me,” he scolded. Pointing at the Go board, he
said, “you can’t do that.”
“Who says?”
“The rules.”
“Oh? Do tell.”
“You can’t commit suicide,” Bard Kent stated.
