"Hurry up, man," Theo said weakly. His neck was disappearing as his head sank further into his body. His legs seems flatter as his body continued to melt.
"Maybe you should take your clothes off; you'd be cooler," Jose suggested, his voice that of a child. His Spanish accent had gotten thicker as well, to match his voice of the time, they noticed. Theo looked at him sceptically, and then tried to pull his shirt off. But the garment pulled off a hunk of chocolate from Theo's stomach and shoulder as it came off, and Theo's arm detached as he pulled the shirt off, the limb falling on the plastic they'd put underneath him. Pablo bent over and picked up Theo's arms, which sagged in his hands, and then experimentally put one end, the end with Theo's underarm, in his mouth.
"Mmm," he said as he bit into the hair under Theo's arm.
"Stop that, fool!" Theo shouted. "Hurry up and roll!" Pablo grinned, handed the arm back to Theo, licked the chocolate stains on his hands, and then looked at the board. He didn't want to end up like his friends, but he had no choice. He had to roll, so he did.
"Have a ball!" the game said.
"What the hell does that mean?" he asked.