"Well, I don't know how to do it either," Oren complained. "Just go up to the desk and ask them."
    "Fine!" I agreed against my will, and headed for the stink-ridden desk, covered in shoes and hicks. I quickened my pace, barely beating out a 400-pound beast and her four hollow-headed children to the counter. There was a slightly overweight, incredibly over-ugly woman tending to the customers needs, and I looked her directly in the eye.
    "Yeah, hi. We're on lanes seven and eight, and I was wondering if we could move one of the four people from seven- over to eight. I don't really know how to do it, and I just..."
    "Yeah, lemme pullit up." she replied, apparently used to such requests. I started rocking back and forth nervously, counting every minute that passed that I wasn't bowling, and could be. She looked at me.
    "So, which one you want on eight?"
    I was paralyzed. I didn't even consider the harsh reality of the question she had just asked me until I was caught- without words, totally unprepared.
    She asked, "You want JIZ over there?"
    I remained silent, hopeful.
    "Which one you want?" she asked again. "POO? So, you want POO, PEE, and JIZ on seven?"
    I had to do something, or the whole game would be ruined. I replied, "No, I want CUM and TIT to stay on eight, and I want, uh... POO over there? Right?"
    "Which one?" she asked again, obviously sensing me weakness.
    "No, I mean PEE." I said.
    "P-O-O?" she asked, now torturing me blatantly and methodically. I had to act fast, speak straight, and stop smiling goddammit!
    I started, "No, okay. Here it is. I want PEE, JIZ, and ASS on seven- they all stay on seven. And I want to move POO over to eight, along with CUM and JIZ."
    "You sure?" she asked, one final attempt to destroy me.
    "Yes." I said, sweating like a whore and trying with all my soul to hide my smile, my admission of infinite guilt. She paused, reading over the names carefully, waiting for me to crack. But this was to be my finest moment. Like a holy statue I remained, and did not falter or flinch.
    "Alright, it's all taken care of." she finally declared.
    Without a moment's hesitation, I sprinted away from the rank desk and towards my comrades, where I was safe and comfortable- ready to knock down 200 of those oddly shaped pins.

THE END