Peter wondered what would happen if he pressed the green button. He was that kind of person. Once, a little kid came up to him and called him a “fuck.” The kid’s mother blushed iridescent, smacked the child’s mouth and drug him away, apologies tumbling out of her clumsy mouth.

But, alas, he stood in front of the green button that screamed “green light go!”

This game show was shit, though, because the last contestant that pressed a button fell down a cavernous opening. Supposedly people didn’t get hurt, but that scream? It sounded like pain. There were three of them originally, the first sneezed and threw out his back. Now it was just him and the green button. Push it and win or push it and lose.

Nah.

The green button started to glow. It was a throbbing glow. It started out dim and then escalated into a full blown neon glare and relaxed again.

He placed his sweaty finger tip on it, closed his eyes, grabbed his crotch and pushed the button.

Then he heard a cat’s meow.