"Blast!" exclaimed de Latte with dusgust.
"Oh, you rolled a one, old shoe!" chuckled General von Tschatschke from across the table, "Looks like your opening shots fell short of their mark. There's a bit of bad luck, eh?" General de Latte muttered something under his breath about loaded dice, twisted his mustache between his left forefinger and thumb, and then added,
"Never mind then. It's still early in the game. Shall we agree to end the turn and start Move Two?"
"Move Two it is then," agreed von Tschatschke. "Let's write down our respective orders and see where we are."
"Yes, let's," came de Latte's tart reply.