Eight Guys Reading the Same Book, Guys

So there's these eight guys piled on a love seat reading a Hardy Boys novel. Luckily, they're all about ten or eleven years old, so it is acceptable for them to read this book, though also understandable to question their taste even at this age because even in their small frames, the eight of them on a love seat is an unpleasantness they willingly endure for the suspense and thrill of this Hardy Boys novel. They are in love with the story, and in a natural way take turns reading. They are no rules for taking turns, but one guy's voice will start to lull in enthusiasm, after a bit, where the earnest impatience of another guy will cause him to reinsert the enthusiasm through his voice. Why there is never a conflict for a turn may seem like a mystery, but the conflicts are also avoided naturally: the eight are friends, but naturally they do not hang out or play most frequently in a group of eight. The smaller tighter groupings have a natural speaking order, especially in this instance, where the enthusiasm to speak is specifically aroused by the voice of one other either directly or from learning to wait for the more insisting one, patterns learned over time spent together in other situations. The tighter groupings have some mixing, so the eight are all connected, and the patchwork of the tighter groupings fits seamlessly as all speaking order conflicts have been resolved for each relevant combination of guys.

So anyway, they do this long enough that they actually finish the book. They're all fully satisfied and content since it was an awesome sound, but now they bring out the Playboy magazine. What a plan! Now all natural orders are irrelevant, even though they do read the articles, preteens as they are. Still, all conflicts are resolved by probability. The probability that any one of them loses enthusiasm for staring at the naked boobies is low enough that reading and page turning conflicts seldom occur and immediately dissolve into booby staring when they do occur.