When asked what the objective of Carcasonne was, Arnie suggested "To crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentation of the women".

I asked him how he coped with such pressure during game play and he replied that it give him a headache. I suggested it might be a tumour. "It's not a TUMAA" he barked back.

I watched him masterfully play his game, anhihilating everyone around him. I suggested he play professionally. I offered him a contract and he said: "I live to see you eat that contract.But I hope you leave enough room for my fist, because I'm gonna ram it in your stomach and brake your goddam SPINE!! Aarrgh!"

At this point I ran. Ran far away to the island of Catan. Quite frankly, Arnie was scaring me.