With a clatter of bells and whistles, the machine announced his jackpot win. He looked down as the gold-foil card popped out and he took it with relish. He dropped it on the glass top as he called to Candy, "Yes! It worked! We won!" The card was a little different than that first time:
YOU WON A F***ING WISH
you little bastard
"I wish for the effects of my previous wins to be undone!" he said as Candy peeked in the doors. He felt so happy as the weight was lifted off his groin, the udder shrinking away, to be replaced by his familiar bits. His hoodie ripped open as his arms made a reappearance, then they were covered by newly-formed sleeves.
"I can't believe that worked," Candy said.
"I'm really glad it did." Andrew spun around, elated.
"Now will you put some pants on?"
Andy blushed and went to collect his mended jeans. "So... what should we do with it?" He gestured to the machine.
"Put a tarp over it, and make sure nobody messes with it again."