"I definitely canshouldn't," he huffs. "I don't care about their presents. But they can't just like fuck with people either and call it bettering. That's bullshit.

"Kid cooties? You're right. I got you. It's cool. Totally hygienic," he promises and each of the balls in the ball pit, one at a time, go pop like a little piece of popcorn, leaving it like the kernel surrounded by a pink fluffy exoskeleton. "Hermetically sealed. All of them," he promises flopping back into the sea of them.

"Everybody sucks," he agrees and reaches out for Kyle to follow.