Doctor Chess has just entered his secret garage. Professor Chess

(no relation), with white hair and beard, the epitome of car

I replaced the heater core and all the hoses in the Cammie

Doctor Chess:

Check these out.

Professor Chess:

Eight-Track tapes still in their wrappers?!

Doctor Chess:

Picked ‘em up in London. Paul got ‘em for me.

Professor Chess:

Doc, you’re the only guy on the planet who won’t

play anything in the Cammie this side of ’67.

Doctor Chess:

It’s a ’67 Camaro isn’t it?

Professor Chess:

You are a purist. Anyway, I'm glad you solved that Eight Track problem.

Doctor Chess:

Speaking of problems…

Professor Chess:

Don’t worry, it’s all taken care of. The next clown that tries

to follow you will be in for quite a surprise. Here catch!

Doctor Chess:

Great! Titanium, razor-edged  Paper Footballs!

These will shred through truck tires!

Professor Chess:

And through the headlights at 200 miles per hour will be NFL footballs.

Doctor Chess:

Did you adjust the “Don’t touch that button!” button?

Professor Chess:

Here it is.

Perfect. By the way I need a doubles partner for

a single "sudden death" chess game in Tibet.

Professor Chess:

Same as before? One million?

Doctor Chess:

Each.

Professor Chess:

I’m in.

Doctor Chess:

Get the helicopter ready. We leave in twenty-two hours.

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Doctor Chess:

 Here are the Super Chess blueprints, Professor. They include the NFL-ization of chess, Super Castling, and the new identifications on a three level board. As usual, you have the liberty to innovate. If I don't make it to the new millennium, you know what to do. And put your name on it. I don't want it traced back to me. Cool?

 Professor Chess: 

2000 A.D.

ProfessorChess@DoctorChess.com