Chess Lobster

The lobster smiled at Carlsen on the other side of the table, never played one before, appropriate his name was Klawvostic, they say that Carlsen waits for mistakes, there were none, Carlsen smirked, if I kill him, first I'm supposed to stun. Once, an insect had fallen from the greasy hair of an opponent, he had picked up a rook and painstakingly crushed it to death, Norwegians have no qualms, that's why he was the best, it would take more than a crustacean and all the rest. The lobster opted for the crab's gambit, which was refused, not the first time that he'd created a Zulu pincer he'd been accused; the game ground along, Carlsen imagined a good shelling, but who would crack first - there was no way of telling. Finally, Carlsen reluctantly just had to offer a draw, the lobster grinned, if that was possible and held out a claw.