Jose leaned over and rubbed Theo's arm. He then held up his hand, which had a dark smudge on it. "Shit, man, you made of chocolate!"
"What are you playin' at?" said Theo.
"Look at this!" said Jose, motioning to the smear marks on his arm. "If that's not chocolate that was on your arm, then what is it?"
Theo looked closely at his arm, then licked it with the tip of his tongue. "Shit!" he said in surprise. "It's- it's-"
"Chocolate," said Lester. "This game ain't right, Jose. Where did ya get this?"
"Some shop downtown," said Jose. "You okay, man?"
"So hot..." murmured Theo to himself.
"What?" said Lester.
"It's so hot. And I'm made of chocolate now, so - oh SHIT!"
"What, man?" said Pablo.
Theo pointed to his arm. Chocolate was dripping off it. "I'm MELTING, idiot!"
"Do we have anything cold?" said Jose. After a pause, he answered his own question. "No. So we'd better get this- this game to fix you up right."
"It better," muttered Theo.