Cody rolled the dice, landing one spot short of Dean’s square. He picked up the corresponding Blue card and read off the message.
“The previous player had better arm themselves, for you are a thief,” Cody read.
Suddenly, Dean’s arms fell to the ground, apparently detached from his body. His sleeves sewed themselves up nicely into one solid shirt. As Dean screamed, Vince Andy James stared with shock as the arms picked themselves up and walked over to Cody. A second set of sleeves unsewed themselves and allowed Deans arms to attach themselves to Cody.
“What the hell is wrong with you guys,” Cody asked. He had one pair of arms scratch an itch on his head as the other moved his card to a discard pile.
“So it’s this kind of game,” Vince muttered.
“Dude,” Dean said no collecting himself. “What did you do with my arms?”
Cody looked very confused. “You’ve never had arms Dean,” he said.
“Let’s just continue the game,” pleaded Vince. He grabbed his Red square as well as the dice.