Mogey and Smush were lazing about the house fairly bored one Tuesday when they thought they'd have a game of pogs. Smush grabbed his pog sack and Mogey grabbed his and they headed down to the Junior High School.
Round back by the dumpsters was the usual bunch of cut-ups playing conkers and knucklebones and, of course, pogs: king of playground games. Mogey and Smush sank into their pogstances and waited for a game.
After a minute or two, a brash youngster with buck teeth and holes in his stockings sauntered up and challenged Mogey to a pog-off. As a visitor, it was Mogey's honor to slam first, but his opponent did not follow the ancient ways. Before Mogey had even gotten into position, the ruffian had pulled out the most cruel looking slammer any of them had ever seen and thrown a perfect shot at the pile, flipping every last pog in his favour.
"I'LL KILL YEH, I WILL!" Mogey yelled as he lunged at the youth in a blind fury. But Smush caught him by his shoulders and held him back until his buck-rage had subsided.
"Ok, kid," Smush said, stepping forward. "How's about a rematch?" The kid nodded gingerly and crouched down to set it up. "Oh and kid?" Smush said. "This time, we're playing for slammers."
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