Five seconds left!

Oh no! I'm not gonna make it!

Four, three, two, one, and time!

Aw, lame. I had two left.

Hey, you still got seven of them. Not too shabby.

Yeah, but I was trying to get a perfect score.

'Kay, let's switch. My turn now.

(Heh heh. The goal of the game's to use the balls and strike out the nine targets within the time limit. I've already figured out the key to winning.)

(It's easy to fall back on the momentum of your arm, but that won't cut it here. It's all about throwing with the wrist for that fine control.)

(And now that I know that, I'm a shoe-in for the winner!)

I've got this game in the bag!

Okay. Ready, set, go!

[Fade in/out.]

Urrgh!

You got six and I got seven. That means I win!

How could this happen to me?! I could have sworn I'd win!

I want a rematch in sharp shooting!

Again?! I feel like you should give up…

Hmmph…

C'mon, don't be so upset.

So, are we on for a rematch or not?

Hmm, fine. Let's do it. But I'm not gonna give you a handicap, okay?

Of course. Where's the fun in it if we don't try our best?