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Game 2 Outline |
"Any of the numbers should work," you say, reaching for the phone. Then you realize how serious your situation is. "Uhh, Fred," you query, feeling embarassed, "how can we dial?" Your massive fingers, as thick as hot dogs, press against most of the numbers on the phone. Neither you nor Fred can use the keypad. You put the phone back on the hook. "Well," says Fred, "it would have been a good idea."
The two of you wait for a few minutes, just staring at each other, trying to think what to do. Sick of the sudden silence, you suddenly blurt out, "It could be worse."
"HOW COULD IT BE WORSE?" shouts Fred, momentarily losing his balance and toppling forward. After regaining a more speakable position on top of his waterbed of a belly, he continues. "We're both as big as houses, I'm a wolf, we can't even call for help, and I doubt if we can even leave this apartment. HOW CAN IT BE ANY WORSE!!??"
Suddenly, you feel a rumble coming from deep within your stomach. It spreads throughout your body, growing more violent as it does so.
Suddenly, your waistline expands ten inches. You're stunned ... you must have gained over 100 pounds in a few seconds! You look at the flabbergasted Fred, and watch amazed as he too grows at an alarming rate ... then stops. You look at him crossly. "You had to open your big mouth".
What will you do if this continues? How big are you going to get? You better think of something, for you think you feel a rumble coming ...
Written by an anonymous author (edited by wanderer)