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harder, and the point of the whole thing is to see how many screens and points you can get to.
    The only problem is there are these four ghosts that follow you around, and if they catch you, there’s this sad, dying sound ( warung, warung, warung ) and then you lose a life. If you lose three lives, the game is over. The best part of the game is that there are about six bigger pellets and, when you eat them, you can chase the ghosts and eat them for points, and then they start flashing, which is a warning that they are going to turn back tonormal. But the dead ghosts don’t go away for good. When they are eaten, all you can see are their eyes floating back to this sort of prison in the middle of the maze, and then when a certain amount of time is up, they become regular ghosts again, leave the prison, and come after you.
    So I slid the coin into the machine and pressed Start, and this funny intro thing with music came on and then the game began. It took me a bit to figure out what the hell I was doing, because I’ve only played Ms. Pac-Man a couple of times. The red ghost was the fastest and he immediately got on my tail, and I tried to get away from him, but he kept on following me around the maze. Finally, I’d had enough of being chased, so I swallowed one of the big pellets in the corner and the ghosts all turned blue and I ate the one that used to be red and I whispered, “Take that,” and then his eyes floated back to the prison and I started chasing the other ones.
    And I was just about to eat one of the other blue ghosts when someone said, “Hey. It’s Mr. Tough Guy,” which scared the crap out of me.
    I grabbed my heart and looked up and around, and this big guy was standing over me, and I didn’t even get to focus on his face when he said, “Watch out, kid!” because the time had run out on the big pellet and the ghosts had turned back to their original colors, and when I tried to make the Ms. Pac-Man guy escape, I ran right into the orange one.
    “Damn,” I whispered, and the guy laughed and said, “That sucks, man. Beaten by Sue,” and I didn’t know what the hell he was talking about, but I didn’t want to even acknowledge his existence, because he got me killed and it pissed me off. So I kept onplaying, because the game doesn’t just wait for you to start, like it does in pinball. So the guy sat down across from me, and this made me nervous, and as I was playing, I realized that I could sort of see his reflection on the tabletop, and so even though I knew I should keep my eyes on the game and not get killed, I couldn’t help focusing on his reflection and that’s when I realized that he was the guy who poked his finger on the skinhead’s forehead!
    And then I heard the sad, dying music again because—guess what—I died, and I swore again, but I wasn’t really mad. I was actually kind of freaked out that this seriously tough guy was going to beat my head in. So for my last Ms. Pac-Man man, I just made myself die right away, and then I pretended like I was really pissed, hitting my hand on the glass, and then I quickly got up to make my getaway.
    “Hey,” he said. “Where’re you going, kid?” and I kept on walking and said, “I gotta go,” and he said, “No you don’t. Get back here. I owe you a game,” and over my shoulder, I said, “Naw. It’s okay,” and then he kind of shouted, “Hey. Stop right there,” pointing at me like he did at the skinhead’s forehead. “You owe me. I saved your effin’ butt the other day. So get back here,” and then he laughed and said, “Tough guy. Yeah, you just come over here and we’ll play a game, and you can learn a little from the master,” and he did some kung fu chops in the air like he was Bruce Lee, and I kind of wanted to argue, but it was true, I did kind of owe him, and anyways, he was sort of funny and way way bigger than me.
    “Okay,” I said, “but I’m pretty crappy,” and he said, “Nah, you just don’t know how