Steve and Paul get up off the floor, their faces red and sweaty from wrestling. They are both shirtless.
“Hey, let me try on those pants,” Paul tells Steve.
Steve takes off his pants and hands them to Paul.
Paul slides his pants off and puts on Steve’s pants. He walks around the room and squats down a couple of times.
“Yeah,” he says. “I like these. These fit real nice.”
“Those pants were expensive. I need them back,” Steve tells Paul.
“Fuck you, you little retard.”
“Come on, give ’em back. They don’t fit you anyway.”
Paul is the larger of the two boys, and no, the pants do not fit him very well.
Steve moves toward Paul. Paul punches him in the face. Steve falls to the floor, blood running from his nose and onto the carpet.
“Well,” Paul says. “I’m gonna go in the other room and fuck your sister now.”
Steve figures Paul will have to take off his pants to do that and then he will take them back.
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