Waiting for God1990

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Tom:
[playing chess] Look, please, Diana.

Diana:
Well, are you going to make your move, or have I got time to bash out a quick novel?

Tom:
I'm thinking.

Diana:
Yes, I know. I can hear the terrible crunching of long rusted gears and the tired creaking of a machine in pain.

Tom:
Very poetic.

Diana:
Oh, God. If I should die, think only this of me: I played Tom Ballard chess while busting for a pee.

Tom:
Well, go then.

Diana:
I don't want to go; I'm just trying to stop my brain from totally atrophying while you make your next move.

Tom:
Aah... No.

Diana:
Oh. Strike him down! Come on, God, right now; poof, frizzle, pile o' dust!

Tom:
You don't believe in God.

Diana:
I'm getting desperate.

Tom:
What's the hurry?

Diana:
"At my back I always hear Time's wing?d chariot hurrying near." Andrew Marvell.

Tom:
Was he related to Captain Marvel?

Diana:
Will you just make your move, or I'll hide your teeth again.

Tom:
I'm just about to. Keep your knickers in the untwisted position. Ha ha ha. [makes a move] Checkmate.