Summarize every major beats in the chapter below. Summarize them in 1-2 sentences including complex content and detail of what is happening. Do NOT be vague. List the beat/events in bullet point. Do not numerate. Do not label them as "scenes" or "beats" or "events". Just list them. Start from the beginning of the chapter to the end. Begin with the chapter title. --- 

Chapter 46



Blurry forms took shape, sharpening as the camera’s autofocus made adjustments. It was NAME_1’s face that emerged, filling the screen. The date stamp on the video would have made him fifteen or sixteen. He wore a black Metallica t-shirt and had the same NAME_2 face with the hollowed out cheeks, but his hair was longer and his complexion was spotted with acne.

The shot pulled out and swiveled over to a glass jar on a kitchen counter top. The label said, “Pickled Jalapeno Slices.”

“How much will you give me?” The question came from a boy in an Atlanta Falcons hat. He looked to be about the same age as NAME_3.

“I’ve got two bucks,” NAME_3 said. “NAME_4’s got five.”

“Why do I have to give him five bucks if you’re only giving him two?” From the proximity of the voice, NAME_4 was the one manning the camera.

“Just do it,” NAME_3 said.

In the background, two other boys removed rumpled bills from their pockets.

There was a sigh from off-screen. The camera shifted as NAME_4 handed it off to NAME_3, who zoomed in on his brother’s hand dropping the five-dollar bill to the pile. It was mostly singles, maybe fifteen or twenty bucks all together.

“Seventeen bucks,” NAME_3 announced. “That means seventeen seconds.”

“Seventeen seconds of what?” NAME_5 wondered aloud.

And then the boy in the Falcons cap unzipped his pants. NAME_5 groaned as her brain did some quick math and figured out where this stunt was headed.

NAME_6’s voice came from over her shoulder. “Ah yes, the old wanger-in-the-pickle-jar routine.”

She took her gaze from the screen long enough to frown at her partner.

“It’s really a wonder that our species has survived this long,” she said. “What is it about adolescent boys being so enthusiastic about performing parlor tricks with their genitals?”

NAME_6 held up a finger.

“Some adolescent boys. I prefer to keep spicy food above the waist.”

“Good to know,” NAME_5 said.

The voices on the video counted down from seventeen, with NAME_3 waving his arms like a maestro conducting an orchestra.

“Seventeen! Sixteen! Fifteen!”

The kid performing the act appeared fairly unperturbed thus far, aside from complaining about the coldness of the liquid when 