(gang is huddled around Scrabble board)
Storyteller: (keeping score) All right, everyone...it's Nora, Beige, Scooter and Erin, in that order.
Nora: Okay...(scans letters) Ugh, I need German.
Erin: That's nothing; I need Welsh.
Scooter: Either Arabic or Urdu.
Beige: Rockspeak from the Tenth Drafting.
Nora: (sigh) W-R-A-P.
Beige: Right, with your A...A-R-P-L-A-T, 20 points.
Erin: Dictionary, please?
Storyteller: Beige, I told you, no fake words!
Beige: It is not fake! It's a species of rock crawler native to the south caves!
Storyteller: Hrmm...next, please?
Scooter: T-R-I-F-E-C-T-A. And I empty the rack!
Erin: Oh, no, that was on a triple letter score...what is that, 80 points.
Storyteller: Hmmm, hmm...no, 105.
Beige: You know, gofer, I was planning to use that T for something...
Erin: Cool it, guys. My turn...T-U-R-B-I-N-E. 50 points.
Nora: (shuffling letters) All I've got is consonants.