"W-what?! You look like you have a fever, and what kind of competitions?"
"Video games, who can get drunk the fastest, say uncle, stuff like that."
"So what first?"
"Video games, then say uncle, then get drunk."
"What game do you think we should do?"
"Slenderman!"
"Umm…isn't that supposed to be scary?"
"Yeah! That's the point!"
"O-okay?" Why am I stuttering? We played Slenderman, and I screamed like a girl. A fucking girl! He lost as well, but he got farther than I did. You win this round Gilbert.
"Now what Gil?"
"Say uncle!"
"Okay?" We went outside, in the backyard. He took off his shirt, and I stared, and then looked at myself. I'm different. Am I stronger? Or is it something else?
"You going to get started anytime soon?"
"Yeah, I'm ready!" He charged at me, but I escaped. I pulled out my trusty frying pan, and wacked his head. He fell over but soon got back up. I kicked him in the face and jumped on his back while he was down. He flipped over and took me down. He pulled my leg up backwards.
"Gah! U-uncle." I fell to the ground, and I couldn't remember much after that.
