You guys, summer is around the corner, and we need to talk about it.
We arrive at the classic Tire Swing Prisoner's Dilemma. Ain't no one getting off that tire swing without getting wet. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IN THIS SITUATION? Bonus points if you can somehow work the Rawlsian Veil of Ignorance into it.
How do you spend your summers? Are you the person that's booking Neutral Milk Hotel reunion tickets? Are you the type of person that swims in quarries and finds the horrendously decayed corpse of Waylon Smithers' father? I need to know.