I've got it. The ultimate wager...
Slap Bet!
Oh, slap bet! We used to do when I was a kid.
What the hell is a slap bet?
Whoever is right gets to slap the other person in the face as hard they possibly can.
But no rings.
Are you really gonna do that? It's so immature.
You can be slap bet commissioner.
Oh, I love it! What are my powers?
If a problem arises and we need a ruling, that's your job.
But you have to be unbiased and put the integrity of slap bet above all else.
This is an honor you will take with you to your grave.
On your tombstone, it will read:
Lily Aldrin, caring wife, loving friend, Slap Bet Commissioner.
And your tombstone will read:
Got slapped by Marshall, so hard he died.
Oh my god! Are you gonna cry?
No. You gonna cry.
It's getting late. It's already slap o'clock.
A slap occurred without the permission of the slap bet commissioner.
Looks like somebody suffered from premature slapulation.
OK, I'm going to give you a choice:
Either ten slaps right now in a row,
or five slaps that can be doled out at any point from here to eternity.
You go with the ten now.
No way, why get ten when you can get five?
The constant fear of knowing that at any moment you could get slapped in the face,
would drive you crazy.
I'm gonna go with the five for eternity.
- Good call. - Horrible call.
Relax, dude, I'm just going for my soda, man. Take it easy.
This is going to be fun.
That's one.