'Cause I know where Golden's mind goes.

Her gum had lost its flavor. Her right leg had fallen asleep around game 2. She was thirsty, but she couldn't get up to get a drink, she just couldn't! She had just gotten a loner in diamonds with an one hundred percent chance of victory in this hand. Then "maxwell" suddenly stopped. This left time for Sarah to get a drink, if she had wanted it now. Her thirst had suddenly been quenched by the thought of victory that was but a click away. She twitched nervously. Where was "maxwell?" She needed to feel the rush that came with the almighty loner. How would she if her opponent disappeared? Then, she realized the solution, she would substitute for "maxwell" the euchre bot. A bench warmer, though he was, the bot would be there long enough for Sarah to crush the enemy. And crush she did. (Or, at least attempted to do.)