Tyler thought things over. On one hand, he couldn't exactly leave this place with chicken legs. His balance just felt horribly off, to the point where the only somewhat stable posture he could find was a somewhat hunched one -- something which made the chicken legs only stand out that much more. On the other hand, what if the wheel didn't turn his legs back to normal? He would essentially be chasing his losses, but with an almost infinite amount of losing combinations versus only a single normal one. Maybe he should just ask for his legs to be turned back? Then again,there was no way to be sure Madama Illusia would even allo-
"Well? What will it be?",Madame Illusia asked, her tone making it clear she was tired of waiting. "If you don't want to continue, please leave the stage."
"I'll... t-take another spin, p-please", he muttered, almost immediately regretting his words. Why did he say that? "Wait, no, that's not wha-"
"Okay! Well, let's give the wheel another spin then, shall we?" Not awaiting further comments and not allowing Tyler to have second thoughts, Madame Illusia quickly spun the wheel.
Round and round the wheel went, until it eventually stopped on...
"Ooh, a matching set! Chicken wings to go with the chicken legs! You're a lucky man, Tyler, it's not often that you get two matching body parts!"
Tyler stared at the wheel, shocked at the result. Out of all the possible results, he had to get another chicken part? Was this thing rigged or something? Was there some horrible twisted group manipulating things behind the screens for their amusement? He didn't have long to wonder about these things, however, because soon his changes began... First, his arm became a bit shorter, while his fingers minus the thumb all grew together into some kind of lump, leaving him with some kind of floppy appendage. Whatever it was, it most certainly couldn't be called a hand any more. "No, no, no... Please,make it stop...", Tyler muttered, as if that could stop it. Of course it didn't; in fact, the changes only seemed to speed up. Much like his fingers, his upper and lower arm were connected by a flap of skin too. Although he could not really see it, he felt some movement in his shoulders too, as if the bones were moving and changing shape up there too. Finally, the feathers set in, making things look somewhat more normal. Well, as 'normal' as chicken wings could look on a human being, at least...
"Well, there you go", Madame Illusia said with a tone as if she had just given Tyler a huge present. "Most people end up looking like some kind of amalgam of body parts, but you look pretty normal up until now. Even the feather colors is matching!"
"Normal? You call this /normal/?", Tyler cried out. "I look like some kind of monster! Please, Madame Illusia, turn me back to normal, I beg of you!"
"Aww, and remove all of the suspense from the Wheel? No, no, that won't do at all, Tyler. You just have to get lucky. Well? Are you up for another spin?"