"Your move little man."
The little boy hesitated.
"I'm not too sure..."
"It will be fine, Squeegee.
"Just lift your hand... that's it.
"Now... Poke it!"
"But..."
"It's alright. It can't hurt you. Look at me! I poke it all the time and am perfectly fine."
"Um..."
"Just do it, Child!"
"Squee!"
"Its okay. I didn't mean to yell. Just make your move, kid."
Lifting his small hand, Todd pokes.
Thunk!
"Ya see! Not so bad, is it?"
"I guess not."
"Great! My turn!"
Poke.
Crash!
"-"
"Uhhmm, Mr. Scary Neighbor Man? Does this mean I won?"
"Yes Squeegee, you win.
"Until next time, short stuff."
With that he packs up his Jenga set and leaves. Much to the delight of the frightened boy.
Maybe if he didn't replace pieces with finger bones he would win more often.