[ WP ] Two god-like beings , disguised as old men , play a game of chess on a park bench to decide the final fate of humanity . The players , however , are distracted by a couple seated across them ...

`` Excuse, me, can we get back to business?'' 
 
 
 `` Are you *seeing* this?'' 
 
 `` What?'' 
 
 `` Them. Over there. No! Do n't turn around!'' 
 
 
 `` I do n't have eyes in the back of my head, you know.'' 
 
 `` The hell you do n't.'' 
 
 
 `` Ha. True. What about them?'' 
 
 
 `` Is he trying to get his *entire* tongue in her mouth? It's disgusting.'' 
 
 
 `` That's what they do. It's entirely sloppy and disgusting. I think it's cute.'' 
 
 
 `` Ugh. And their genitalia. My Me, that shit is gross.'' 
 
 
 `` Look. We had specifications. We had to work from the blueprints.'' 
 
 
 `` I do n't trust Head Office to know their heads from their asses. Or those things' asses.'' 
 
 
 `` Yes, yes. We've been down this road before. And the free will thing. That still a thorn in your perfect side?' 
 
 
 `` Look, I'm just saying maintenance would have been easier, my way. And we would n't be at this crossroad now, would we?'' 
 
 `` I suppose not. Still your turn.' 
 
 `` Do n't rush me! We agreed to the time limitations before the last hundred sets were played, and you're always whining about the rules after *you* agreed.'' 
 
 `` Okay, okay. Forgive me.'' 
 
 
 `` That's not my job, and you know it. And stop smiling like that.'' 
 
 `` Like what?'' 
 
 
 `` You know exactly what I'm... HA! You did n't see it, did you?'' 
 
 `` What?'' 
 
 
 `` THIS! Mate in four. What now, bitch?'' 
 
 
 `` Shit. Yup. Entirely yours.'' 
 
 `` That's right. What is it now?'' 
 
 
 That makes twenty nine me, twenty six you.'' 
 
 
 `` This set is mine. You're through. I have you now.'' 
 
 
 `` You said that last set.'' 
 
 
 `` Shut up. Oh, dear Me. He's rubbing her genitals through her jeans. Ugh.'' 
 
 
 `` Love is love, no matter what. You know that.'' 
 
 `` Shut up and reset.''
