(Watching "Game of Thrones." Onscreen, Stannis Baratheon is discussing his strategy for an attack on Kings' Landing. He stands at a table and pushes around carved wooden figures--ships, soldiers, horses--as he explains his upcoming military maneuvers.)
SOLIPSIST: That's what I need. . . .
WOS: (Not really paying attention to the screen) Mm?
SOL: Yeah. . . .I need me some little wooden guys. . . Like, ships and army guys and. . .and. . .and horsies and cannons. . . I need that. (Silence.) Are you going to get me that?
WOS: What?
SOL: Wooden horsie guys! And boats and stuff!
WOS: What, you mean, like a chess set. . . ?
SOL: NO! Like Stannis has! So I can spread the stuff out on the table here and plan my conquests!
WOS: Wha-?
SOL: What do you mean 'What?'?!? You expect me to conduct my raping and pillaging expeditions without the proper wooden guys to help me execute my plans, and--
WOS: I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS NOOOOOOOWWWW!!!
SOL: Whoa. . . .
WOS: ARGH!
SOL: Is everything OK, hon? You seem sort of angry and depressed.
WOS: (Whimper)
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