Suddenly blue trunks dropped.
He went down hard, making a clanking sound.
I got ya.
Mister," said the kid.
You won," I said.
The kid was excited.
He kept looking at blue trunks flat on his ass.
You wanna fight again, Mister?" I paused, I don't know why.
You out of money, Mister?" "Oh, no." "O.K., then, we'll fight." I put in another dime and blue trunks sprang to his feet.
The kid started squeezing his one trigger and the right arm of red trunks pumped and pumped.
I let blue trunks stand back for a while and contemplate.
Then I nodded at the kid.
I moved blue trunks in, both arms flailing.
I felt I had to win.
It seemed very important.
I didn't know why it was important and I kept thinking, why do I think this is so important? And another part of me answered, just because it is.
Then blue trunks dropped again, hard, making the same iron clanking sound.
