"Oh look, honey, they have a Hammer!"

"I'm not riding that damn thing."

"Well I want to — come on."

"Nope."

"Oh, you big sissy, it'll be fun. Quit being such a mama's boy."

"Beth, I don't like being upside down."

"How would you know? You've never ridden it before."

"Well neither have you."

"Yeah, but I love rides like that. C'mon, please? Pretty please with sugar on top? I'll reward you later; give you anything you want. Even . . . you know."

"Hmm . . ."

"Safety bar fits kind of snug, doesn't it, Bill?"

"A little bit."

"Okay you two, watch your heads I'm closing the door."

SLAM . . . SWOOSH . . . WHIR

"Hey, you were right, this is fun. We're heading down again, hold your taters!"

"B-Bill . . ."

"Beth, you feeling alright? Your face has lost all its color."

"Get me off of this damn thing!"

SWOOSH . . . WHIR . . .

BARF . . . GAG

"Dammit Beth, this is my favorite shirt!"

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