Dude comes along, wants a game of Scrabulous*,
Right,
So.
Take your first turn to begin the game, says the game.
THEN, says I.
FANGS, says he. Across my N, like.
Fangs? Thought I. Rawr!
ENSNARED, says I, across his S.
It’s been a while now.
Dude hasn’t been back.
Was it something I said?

* actually, we all know of what this is really a game, but IP weirdness must prevail.