Terry looked at the card, then over at the cow hooves that Hannah had in place of her arms. "I'm guessing what 'Bull' will be, and I don't like the sound of 'Granite' either. I choose 'Neither.'"
After he said this, the text on his card shimmered and changed:
Only fools choose not to play
For those who chose to answer 'Nay'
Will find a lesson that we teach:
Instead it's 'Yes please, some of each.'
"Some of each?" Terry echoed and then doubled over as stone horns--huge stone horns--pushed out of his skull and began to expand, as he did as well, becoming larger, his tennis shoes splitting apart as his feet turned into giant granite hooves, his nose extending, a tail sprouting, and his amazingly huge muscles becoming as hard and gray as granite. Finally, his head and back hit the ceiling as he stood stooped over, a collosal granite statue of a minotaur. But thankfully, as he found, still flexible, if stiff.
"What the--" he coughed, green mist swirling out of his bovine nostrils.
"Don't breath out!" Tom squeaked. "You'll turn us all to stone!"
"Huh?" Terry snorted.
"You're a gorgon!" Tom explained. "Half bull, half stone!"
Terry swished his tail, then looked down and admired his amazingly huge stone cock and balls, which were, as to be expected, rock hard.
He sat down heavily, but carefully, on the floor, finding that he could just sit up, though his horns nearly scraped the ceiling. "This is seriously weird," he rumbled softly, wisps of green mist swirling from his mouth. "Who goes next?"