Mn. True. Blissful until it bites one on the ass. [He lays a finger on the black bishop.] With all the myriad monsterous troubles it can summon. [He taps the bishop three times very clearly on that last word. Summon. Like in monsters.

And then he sets his sight on the white knight and rook very pointedly for just a moment and then looks to the lance.]

And then things can get messy. And not for just those involved.

[And now the black rook and bishop swing in for the kill.]