[[A black bishop, Ba3, and a white knight, Nc3, are on a three by three chessboard.  Both are on white squares.  There is a heap of supplies at b2, also a white square.  The chessboard is mounted on rockets and appears to be flying through the air.]]
Ba3: Mission Control, come in.  This is Ba3 on the capsule calling Ke5 on the home board.  We're on track and approaching the Coast of Catan.  Our ETA is --
Nc3: Control, this is Nc3. Bishop put all our food in the center so I can't get it. I demand --
Ba3: Control, knight will get his food back when he stops hopping around bragging about how comfy the black squares are.  I swear to God, I'm 
this
 close to capturing him and completing the mission alone.
{{Title text: We're going to have to work together to get over our hangups if we're going to learn to move on Catan's hexagonal grid. It's bad enough that we lost our crew of pawns when we passed within firing range of Battleship.}}