When it was his turn, after stifling a giggle watching Errol try to bowl and getting absolutely creamed by Megan when it had been her go, Peter stood and smirked. "Prepare to be amazed!" Peter shouted. He moved to the carousel that held their balls, picked up the dark green twelve ponder, and made his way to the start of the lane.
"They don't call me the Amazing Peter for nothing," he said, mostly to the lane, before stepping forward three quick paces, lifting a leg up and swinging his arm backward. The. All pitched forward, at an angle with a bit of a spin given by his wrist, and the twelve pound sphere careened down the slick lane and straight into the pins. All of them scattered and Peter straightened, grinning.
And then he was totally dancing and doing the moonwalk back to his seat. And nobody really called him the Amazing Peter. But maybe they would now.
"Next! The Amazing Kitty! Everyone give the lady applause!"