“Are you being serious?” Miguel was losing his patience quickly. He sighed deeply, rubbing his hand over his face. “This is so stupid.” He gave in, turning to you as he raised his fists. You did the same, both fists inches away from each other. “Whoever wins takes all of the credit for defeating the anomaly. Looser, uh, pays for the winner's meals for a week.” You nod your head, having this all count in a game of rock, paper, scissors.

“Rock, paper, scissors, SHOOT!”