The three kids were playing. Johnny yelled, loud enough to drown out the
others, "Hey, guys, we're the Swingers! I'm Trent!"
     "I wanna be Trent," said Timmy.
     "Fuck you, man. You can be Sue."
     "You always get to be Trent, I want a turn."
     "No, be Sue! You just—"
     "But Sue doesn't even get to go to Vegas!"
     "Would you rather be Mike?"
     "..."
     "Would you rather—"
     "No-wuh."
     "Okay, then."
     "Oh, alright."
     "Oh, great, so I have to be fucking Mike again?" groused Curt.
     "That's correct."
     "I always have to be Mike."
     "But you're so good at it." Johnny mimed a crybaby, his fists in his
eyes. "Woo hoo hoo hoo..."
     "Yeah, but he gets that girl in the end."
     "Not in real life, he wouldn't. He'd still be a total puss."
     "In real life he wouldn't be an expert dancer either."
     "Who cares? Otherwise you gotta be one of those house of pain
dudes."
     "No, okay, alright, fine, I'm in. Where are the beautiful babies?"
     "Let's go hang out by the monkey bars, money!"
     "You are so fuckin money, and you don't even realize it..."
     They trailed off.