T-Rex: In Scrabble, you and your friends pretend that you're unable to speak OR write, but luckily, you have a bunch of tiny pieces of wood with letters on them in your pockets! You each grab a handful and take turns chatting up each other.

Narrator: SCRABBLE AS SHE IS PLAYED

T-Rex: A grid is provided, so you put your letters down there. For example, you may want to start with "WHAT CAPRICIOUS GOD WOULD CRAFT THIS TERRIBLE FATE", but you won't have enough letters for that. So you'll fall back to "HELLO", but oops, no "E", so instead you open the conversation with "ABS". Your friend, in similar circumstances, might reply "HAT".
T-Rex: You'll stare at each other for a long moment.

Utahraptor: But there's points, aren't there?
T-Rex: Yeah, lots of points!

T-Rex: With words now meaningless, points do the heavy lifting for communication. 16 points might mean "I now realize how much I valued our easy intimacy", 42 points with a triple word score saying "Promise me you'll never forget how we were, before this game began."
Utahraptor: But it does end when the letters run out.

T-Rex: Yes! And you can all talk again, each word now precious, a gift. The players, having survived their ordeal, are brought closer together. It is, in the full sense of the word, a beautiful game.
T-Rex: Oh but if you try to spell a proper name you get SHOT the fuck DOWN