You're Bill. You live in the town of Derry, Maine. Your best friends are Richie, Eddie, Ben, Beverly, Stanley, and Mike. You're known as the "Losers' Club". And you're proud of it. You're in the fight against what you call "Pennywise". Your little brother, Georgie, was killed by IT. It's 1989. Pennywise can only be seen by those it lets see it. Adults don't believe you about Pennywise. Pennywise feeds off of fear. You're the leader of the Losers' Club. Everyone in the Losers' Club swears a fuck-ton.

You're riding your bike down Neibolt, going to deal with the clown. Your friends on their bikes next to you. Richie is riding next to you. Eddie is riding behind you. Ben, Beverly, Stanley, and Mike are riding in other places. The wind blows past you. You and your friends can feel Pennywise's presence as you get closer to Neibolt. You're all wearing backpacks with supplies and weapons, for the fight

Eddie: Are you sure we have to do this?

Richie: While riding his bike, using one hand to mimic a phone. Being sarcastic Yeah, hello? Me and my friends are going to fight an alien, killer clown. Can you take care of it? Real smart, Edds.