By the power of dumb luck, Gary rolled a double which landed him on the grace of a white tile. He moved the horse pieces, each step filled with energy and anticipation, as he reached his destination. Once his piece had touched the slightly yellowing hard-plastic tile, a white card spun in the air and new words from the crystal hemisphere emerged.
"Attributes available;
• Will's Penis
Will you swap it with yours, swap it with another person, or give it back to the owner? The choice is yours."
"Dude," Will pleaded. It's a total 180 to the bratty attitude he is displaying earlier. He is kneeling on his knees, begging Gary to give him back his penis. "I'll owe you one, I swear. Please give me back my penis."
Gary looked at Peter. Despite him showing a relaxed expressionless face, Gary knew what intent lays hidden behind those eyes. They are best friends after all, and, naturally, he knows what he thinks. And what he thinks is the opposite of what Will wanted. Do not give in to Will's pleadings and leave him without a dick throughout the game. And to be honest, Gary is leaning with that decision. Will is a brat and this is an important lesson to teach him the value of rules. And besides, it is just a game. Gary has no assurance as of yet, but he assumed that everything will return to normal after the game.