- I think it's easier for me to
explain the story behind it first,
and then I'll explain why I count pigs.
(laughing)
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- I've never really talked about it before.
(laughing)
I don't know, maybe a lot of people do it,
but probably no one.
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- What does this mean, are we X-Men?
- I don't know. (laughing)
- I remember as a kid, I was really short.
Like, my growth spurt didn't come 'til later in life.
So I was constantly looking up at people.
But I just remember thinking in my head,
"how many people would it take to reach the ceiling?"
And it turned into, like, a game of Tetris in my head
of trying to stack various people.
"What if I laid them on their sides?
"What if I laid them on this side?
"What if I laid them on top of each other?"
Big boobs, small boobs, that would affect things.
I go into weird places in my head
and then I realize I've missed an entire meeting
'cause I've been stacking my bosses on top of one another.
- So when I was in boy's choir,
they had a practice on silence,
which meant just standing in a line,
completely silent, for like an hour.
So we had to come up with ways to occupy
our time and our brain for what we were doing.
One of the ways I did that was to
imagine pigs or any object
and count how many it would take
of that object to fill the room.
If that wall's this big, it would probably
be about three pigs wide,
and then a couple, like 10 pigs
could stack on top of them.
But if you stacked 'em this way,
hooves facing each other,
they'd fit like 20 pigs or something like that.
Depending on what kind of the shape of the room you have,
you're gonna have pigs that are gonna be vertical.
All sort of positions, I mean really.
It can get pretty wild.
- [Voiceover] You both kind of play the same game.
- You count pigs?
- What? - [Brent] Oh.
- Well, like... (laughing)
- My thing is that--
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To the ceiling.
- Right, do you use the people
that are already in the room?
- Yeah.
- Oh, see that's way too complicated.
My brain, I don't think, could function like that.
- Really? - [Brent] I have to use
- people or animals that are all the same size.
- Why pigs?
- I don't know.
It's not just pigs, it's like farm animals.
But pigs is the best thing to stack.
- OK, that's weird. (laughing)
- I like, have really bad OCD, so...
- Oh! (laughing)
- I like, have to count things and stack things.
- Wow, mine's just for fun.
It's not like I have to do that.
I'm just like,
- How is that? - [Brent] Yeah, for sure.
- Is it relaxing?
- No I'm,
I'm glad you count things, though.
- Yeah that is, I don't know anyone else that does this.
- Yeah.
- Wanna be friends? (laughing)
- [Voiceover] So, we're talking about life games.
- [Both] Mmhmm.
- [Voiceover] And you guys all
do shockingly similar stuff.
- I like, write things with my feet.
Like, I sort of like, write in cursive.
Like, usually just my name.
And sometimes I'll like, do my name
and like, with both feet.
So like, kinda be like, a mirror image
of each other going towards the middle.
It's really weird, but it's like very swirly
and like, if no one sees it,
it's not that weird, I think.
(laughing)
- I write in the air in cursive
with my pointer finger or on my hand.
Or with my foot on the ground.
Actually, I also do it with my thumb on my pointer finger
now that I'm feeling it like this.
- So, I write words on my thumb
with this, like, with my other finger.
Like, "hello." (laughing)
Or like, whatever like, little cursive words.
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- OK, I write on my index finger with my thumb.
- Whoa!
Do you like, purposefully do it,
or do you just start doing it?
- I mostly write things that I just said
or someone else just said. - [Sara] Mmhmm, mmhmm.
- Whoa, you guys are like, identical.
- [Sara] One word that like, - Yeah.
- is just like random, but like,
you just write it again and again?
- When I used to do it in school,
I would write like, whatever I was feeling at the time.
So if I was, like, in math class,
I'd be like, "(bleeps) this," or something like...
My status update would be, like written with my foot.
- I just caught myself doing it right now.
(laughing)
I was literally like, holding my hand like this
and I was writing "doodle" on my finger like this.
- Oh my God! (laughing)
- I don't even, that's...
I can't help it! (laughing)
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