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Game 2 Outline |
As you open your eyes, you briefly wonder when you got brown shag carpeting.
Then you realize the truth ... you belly is now so big that you can't even see the floor! In fact, it's getting hard to see Fred down there unless you're standing on the other side of the room.
You sigh in combined relief and frustration as you open your hand. The pencil you dug so hard for is still there, ready to help you write your message.
Suddenly, you have a thought. Looking at the pencil, you can see that it's a little smaller than your fingers used to be. If I use this like a pointer, you think, I can dial the phone! We can call for help!
Before you can even open your mouth to tell this idea to Fred, though, you reconsider. But what if the numbers don't work, or if they're busy? You look down at the near-blob that is your hand and realize that you're going to have a hard time holding the pencil, no matter what you decide. You might be able to do both ... but if another 'growth spurt' comes along, you might not even be able to hold the pencil. As it is, the wooden cylinder is almost obscured by the fat folds of your palm anyway. Clearly, you have to choose which one you'll try for first.
"Well?", asks Fred from where he lies stranded. "What are you waiting for?"
Thinking quickly, you decide to ...
Written by Wanderer