"I'm so tired, and it's so early," Ari grumbled as he brushed his teeth quietly so that he didn't wake Jamie up.
[Stop complaining and freshen up. Especially that mop you call hair.]
He had spent most of the night studying chess theory while playing online. Through mindless grinding, his online rating had just hit 800 before he gave up to catch a few hours of sleep.
Compared to the top-ranked chess players, who all had ratings over 2000, with some approaching 3000, Ari was like a toddler who had just learned how to read, so if he wanted to win 10 matches in a row, the only way he would succeed was by playing against a kid who had just learned the ABC song.
Please! Let it be elementary schoolers, so I can win in peace! It would be even better if they were preschoolers who just think it's a funny game, so I can beat them easily.
As Ari sent his wishes out into the universe, an obnoxious blue screen blocked his view.
[What kind of nonsense are you thinking?]
