"Ready?"
"I guess…" The two got into position.
"One, two, three!" Bam held out a fist while Ville's hand lay flat.
"Paper beats rock. I win!"
"No way," Bam complained. "I don't get how paper's supposed to beat rock. Scissors can cut paper and can be smashed by rock, but paper covering a rock renders the rock powerless? No way, that's not right."
"I don't make the rules Bammie, sorry."
"No you're not sorry." Bam huffed. "You know rock should beat paper. I mean you can put a rock on the paper and then the paper can't move! So, I should win."
"That's not how the game works. Your way makes the rock unstoppable. Whoever puts it down would always win and that's not a fair game."
"If there were water the rock could sink. Then that solves everything."
Ville shook his head. "Then the scissors would sink too and the paper would disintegrate in it," he countered.
"Right… Then there could be a dam that stops the water and a grenade could blow up the dam. Or it could sink in the water!"
"So, you want to change rock, paper, scissors, a simple children's game, to water, dam, grenade?"
"Yes."
"Bam just admit defeat already and take out the trash."
Bam sighed heavily and stomped towards the garbage bag thinking, 'Taking out the trash sucks! I knew I should've picked scissors.'
