The fountains of water erupt, pulsing higher and higher into the sky. In an act of rivalry, one turns into the other with splashes forming a confluence for a moment before becoming a watery “X”. The strength of the flows weaken, it is clear that this duel will have to be ruled an impasse to the geysers…for now. All that is left of the powerful streams are nothing but languid drops hastily dropping to the ground. The forces hear a familiar sound in the distance that lasts for only a second then,
“Boys, stop peeing outside. Mrs. Anderson called again.”
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