Tchessaikovsky

Bobby FIscher Plays The Beatles

Bobby: Hello guys, welcome to the Marshall Chess Club! This is where I defeated Donald Byrne in "The Game of the Century.” Now don’t you poor moptops worry, I’ll make our game short and sweet, so you can get back to running for your lives from the screaming mob. My fans are so much classier.
John: It’s okay Bobby, we know you’re jealous of us for being way bigger than you are. We can loan you some of our fans, it looks like you really need some. And don’t underestimate us, I was able to draw a match with a chess master in Liverpool!
Paul (laughs): That’s right, he once drew surreal sketches of a chess match and made the players look like some kind of deformed freaks.
John (scowls at Paul): You’re just jealous that I recently published a book of my drawings and poems, I’m the first Beatle to write a book!
Bobby (chuckles): I love the moment I break a man's ego. Chess is war over the board, the object is to crush the opponent's mind. Crushing four minds at once will be amazing!
Ringo (drumming his fingers on the table): This is going to be “The Lame Game of the Century” for the Hard Day’s Knights chess team.
John: Ringo, for Pete’s sake just do your best! (facepalms over his unfortunate choice of words).
George (pulls a piece of paper out of his pocket): Before we start, here’s a poem Muhammad Ali wrote for you, Bobby (reads it aloud): “Words of wisdom from Muhammad Ali to Bobby/My friends The Beatles better be treated like kings/You crush ‘em like bugs and I’ll sting you like a million bees/I’ll float like a butterfly and box your ears till they ring!”
Bobby (blanches): Uhh guys, just remembered I have a dentist’s appointment. See ya later!