"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. I looked at him laying on his back down there on his little green velvet mat. Then I turned around and walked out.