Oh balls. That was a lot of balls. Five whole balls.

Mondo examined his balls. They were all around the same size, slick with a translucent fluid, and all of them asking to be played with. He sunk down to scoop up one of the rubber balls, decided this would be satisfactory, and rose back up to present his choice.

Flashing a cocksure grin, he asked, "You ready? I can throw pretty far, you know."