The boys continued their game, albeit very nervously. No one talked, until Pat decided to break the ice.
"So," Pat said, his voice sounding monstrous in the previous silence. "Weren't we going to change maps?"
"Yeah," Landon piped up suddenly unafraid. "Cuz Eric's too good."
Conversation erupted once more as the boys continued to play.
"For god's sake Eric," David said. "How do you possibly get so good at this? You don't even own he game!"
"I swear," Landon said. "You must have a third arm to push all of those buttons."
"Settle down guys," Eric said laughing. "But a third arm would be nice."
"Hen you can have your third arm Eric," Charlie said sarcastically waving his hand at Eric. Charlie's hand glowed purple for a split second. This silenced all the boys.
Eric suddenly began ferociously scratching at his side. The boys turned to look as suddenly on Eric's right side as an arm sprang out of his shirt. A short sleeve formed nice and neat around it, stitching up and torn fabric as well.
"Did you just do that?" Eric said looking up at Charlie.
"I guess I did," Charlie said. He stared at his hand.
"Try something else Charlie," Pat said. He was looking very inquisitively at Eric.
"Like what?" Charlie asked.
"Something outlandish," David said.
"Uh..." Charlie said at a loss for words. He pointed at the couch that David was lying on. "Make that a man-couch."
Charlie's hand glowed and the couch did as well. It shifted an molded into its new shape. David frantically stood up.
"That's not a man couch," Eric said.
"If you take it literally it is," Landon said laughing.
The couch had literally turned into one made of men. Five men sat in a wall sit position staring straight ahead. On either side was a man on their knees doing the the same. They all wore nothing but boxers.
"Ah sweet Charlie," David said. "What else can we do?"