Artie's porta-home by the docks, Sunday evening

"No, Mortimer! That's not how we play this game! When you move, I eat the game piece!"

. . .

"I will return your memory to you someday. Gertrude and Ernest miss you!"

. . .

"I do not sell aluminum siding! Don't be ridiculous! If you're going to be like that, then I won't play with you anymore!"

[ooc: just establishing that Artie is still diligently working away to get his poor bug's memory back.]