"Yahtzee!" shouts Thomas as he slides his game piece along the Sorry! board, bumping yours out of the way. He giggles softly to himself.
"Oh? That's funny, is it, Tom?" you ask.
"Um..."
"No, no, I get it. We're playing Sorry! and you said Yahtzee! It's a different game! Woo! Aren't you clever?"
"It's just a joke, man, I-"
"It's not a fucking joke, Thomas!" you scream. "It's a game, and it is the game we have agreed to play. There are rules in this game, and you will fucking apologize for bumping my game piece or so help me I will shove the balled point of it into your eye you disrespectful son of a bitch."
"I'm sorry?" scoffs Thomas.
"That will do, you pig-faced shit. Hand me the dice."