A game of Chess

Who :  Phil and those in "D" wing
Where :  The Brig
When : Before A certain person poped in
 
"Checkmate"
"But mr Febuggure...the chess piece you just moved cant do that..."
"I see"
*delayed pause*
*sound of pawn being shoved up left nostril*
*sound of a bishop being shoved up the other*
*sound of Phil's head nutting the offeders on the nose*
*two simultanius sounds of chess peices shotting out ears and hitting walls*
 
"There...anyone one wann play?" asked Phil as he cleaned the blood of his nose.
"No thanks...We've allready played:
1 - stab-me-with the spinner twister
2 - Shuriken Checkers
3 - Nasty Chess
4 - Acupature Darts"
 
There was some wimpering by the nearby wounded at the meory of Phil with a sharp object in his hand flashed through their minds..
 
There was a gentle tap on Phil's shoulder...Even though techinaclly Phil was still incarcarated...they all knew who was in charge of secuirty whilst he was gone...and the thought of being "visted" by MP had been know to make grown men cry...In effect, Phil now ran the prison
 
The guard gingerly spoke "Sorry to bother you sir...but you have a vistor"
 
"Ohh who is it?"
 
<<tag someone who wants to vist phil>>
 
"No thanks
 
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