If we play by the rules, rock crushes scissors and the winner takes it all. But you are scorned to admit that you can't handle this loss.
So you argue and stomp your foot loudly against the marble floor, hoping to prove some sort of false indignation.
You sway from side to side, hoping that you can sway me with your lies but I see perfectly beneath the tapestry of your manipulation.
Rock crushes scissors, I win, You lose
