Just then, the frat guys you spotted earlier, one sporting long white bunny ears and what looks like a pink inflated nose, head in your direction. The balloon seller says, “Well, it looks like you have customers, and it probably was unfair to stick you with a partner so determined to be pig-headed. Here’s the deal. Sell one of these balloons to each of the guys in that group and I will allow you to pick one of them to continue helping you with sales.” With that the balloon salesman disappeared again, with an impish grin on his face.
Sales? What you really want to do is go swing from a tree. And your tail is now rubbing your crotch like the fifth and flexible appendage that it is.
As the frat guys approach, the one with the bunny ears says, “What’s the deal? What’s happening to me?” Up close you can see that his arms and neck have taken on a white rubbery sheen.
“I’m sorry.” You say. “Let me make it up to you. Here’s a balloon for everyone in your group.” You hand out a series of balloons, one of a dog, one of a cat, a donkey, a mouse, another monkey like yourself, along with two others. Almost instantly the strings attach themselves to each frat jock’s wrist, and almost as quickly vanish without each boy’s notice.
The balloon seller reappeared at your side and said, "Nice job Monkey-Chris, now who do you choose?" Upon hearing the balloon seller say your name, you feel another change beginning. You quickly choose …