Carslen: "But you can't disqualify me! This is outrageous! I've been planning for this tournament for months, and now you're telling me I can't play because of my pants?"
FIDE: "I'm afraid the rules are quite clear, dear fellow. Proper dress code is required, and jeans simply won't do. You should have read the fine print."
Carslen: "Fine print? What fine print? This is a travesty! A complete and utter waste of my time. Do you have any idea how much effort I've put into preparing for this tournament?"
FIDE: "I understand your frustration, but rules are rules. Now, if you'll just step aside, we have a schedule to keep. The tournament must go on without you."
Carslen: "Without me? But I'm the best player here! You can't just kick me out like this. It's not fair!"
FIDE: "Life's not fair, my friend. Now, if you'll excuse us, we have some important work to do. Good day to you."
Carslen: "But wait! You can't just leave me here. What am I supposed to do now?"
FIDE: "That's not my problem. Perhaps you could try your hand at some other hobby. Knitting, perhaps? Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a tournament to run."
Carslen: "You know what? Forget it. I'm withdrawing from this tournament. And you know what else? I'm going to take my jeans and start my own chess tournament. With blackjack. And hookers. Actually, forget the chess tournament. I'm just going to start a jeans-only nightclub. That'll show you!"
FIDE: "What? You can't do that! You've already been disqualified for the dress code violation."
Carslen: "Oh, I can do it. And I'm going to do it. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some plans to make. Toodle-oo!"