Thistle hasn't mentioned yet that she murdered me. MURDERED me, d'ya hear!

It was carnage! Sheer carnage! She had TWO QUEENS! Like she needed two queens!

I think her king was just looking for an excuse to practice polygymy. You should have seen them, sitting there on the board, having tea in the midst of all the slaughter!

She could give CUMBERLAND lessons!

Um, I think she was white and I was black.

Well played, Thistle!