"Seeing as the man got shot in the rear..." Phil also sat, sitting forward just a bit as the game loaded, "he's not really one that should be commenting on things going wrong." A light smile as he selected a character. "And it's not the first time that he's been shot there."
His eyebrows lifted. "Starting in with the smack talk already, Morse?" he asked, dryly. "No, no, my first game was played after they invented chess. We had to use rocks for the pieces, of course, and had to play by the firelight as someone roasted a recently killed wild beast."