“‘Dennis’ isn’t a word.” - flynn
If you’re not a total invalid – that is, going through the shakies or the sweaties or the cold-turkey-ies or the constant-need-to-vomit-ies or whatever fun nomenclature you might’ve come up with to describe withdrawal – then most nights you get free rein over the board games, which is nice, because whoever got upset over a board game? Only every family in America, that’s who. Just two nights ago, three junkies got into a screaming row over a particularly terse round of Monopoly, when it transpired that one of them had been hiding Monopoly dollars up his sleeve. Klaus would usually consider himself to be above these things, but sometimes we all just need to get down and dirty and argue over Scrabble. Which is what he’s going to do, politeness be damned.
“Well, you would say that. It behooves you to say that. When in reality, Dennis is a word. What are names... but types of words?” For emphasis, he taps the Scrabble board a few times, insistently, with his index finger, unsettling Flynn’s recently placed HYDRATE, which is branching off of Klaus’s modest HORSE. “I can’t believe you’re getting fussy over Dennis when you let me take the points for that.” He’s pointing at the SHEEP that had, in the last round, gained another at the end S. In his defence, it was literally his only option. “We both know sheep is the plural of shoop.”