[ WP ] Two friends sit down to play Scrabble . After a few rounds of turns , the tiles start rearranging themselves ...

`` Qintar. That's 38...'' 
 
 `` Challenge.'' Eric's hands snatched the dictionary up with lighting reflexes. He was not going to let another `` Qezo'' fiasco cost him his dignity again. 
 
 The slim section of the dictionary that was dedicated to the letter Q was finally looked through in earnest. Eric slowly closed it a moment later, `` Your turn, again.'' 
 
 `` Thank you.'' Tamara proceeded to add to her score, now well ahead of Eric's. But Eric did n't have to see the piece of paper to know that he should feel dejected. As Tamara drew more letters from the bad Eric walked off to the kitchen to get a drink, or just to calm down; probably both. 
 
 Tamara studied the board and fidgeted with her seven tiles until Eric returned: drink in hand, but emotions still unchecked. Eric took a long look at the board as he sat down, and then, without taking his eyes away, did a double take. `` Hey! What do you think you're doing?!'' 
 
 `` I'm planning...'' Tamara did n't look up from her tiles. 
 
 `` No! You're moving letters around! You think I wo n't notice!'' Eric backed his accusation by pointing at the board, and nothing more. This was n't enough for Tamara, who would have given him a blank stare if she could look up from the board. So Eric elaborated. `` See, look here. I played bend, right here, but now it says behind. And look here! You played hill, but now...'' Eric ran his finger over the newly formed word as he very clearly enunciated it. `` Chills. Chills is n't hill. You're trying to be sneaky.'' 
 
 `` I did n't do that.'' Tamara went back to looking at her own seven tiles. 
 
 Of course, if Eric had n't been so flustered, he might have been around long enough to notice that his seven tiles had all been swapped out. Now they read `` Goodbye.'' 
 
 Even though she'd already won, Tamara played one last word, `` Thanks.''
