Move over, Victor

We were playing shops. theBoy sold a wall to a knight. The knight used it to protect himself against a rampaging giant lizard (1).

The giant lizard then bought a catapult from theBoy ... and fired itself over the wall with it so it could gobble the knight.

Yes, that's right, theBoy sold arms to both sides of a conflict. 

He's a Lad Lord of War! A mini-Merchant of Death!

He's a capitalist being a capitalist at its most pure; the only moral concern is the shareholders' fiscal interest.

All hail parasitic cephalopods!

Later, when we replayed the game with a new knight, theBoy refused to sell the catapult to the giant lizard. So a dinosaur came forward and bought the catapult instead ... only to then promptly on-sell it to the giant lizard. 

And that's how theBoy found out about how middle parties can break the sacred trust of their end user certificate.

(1) A gift to theBoy from one of theWife's friends who was giving away her collected desk tat over the years as she's in the final stages of a terminal disease. I love that the lizard has a fresh life of play thanks to the kind gift of a woman coping far too early with her way-out-the-door.