As much as he wanted to torture the brat, Gary could have it in his choice to leave the poor guy without a dick for the rest of the game. A man's penis is his livelihood after all. And so, he uttered to the white card that Will's penis be returned to him. Will jumped in joy and gave Gary kisses on both cheeks.
The mist whose form is that of Will's penis emerged from the pot. Smoky tendrils pulled Will's pajama down and attached to the fleshy stump. Atom by atom, the mist returned Will's manhood to normal. The mist receded and left the pot with no stored attributes, for now.
"Thank you very much, Gary! I won't call you a 'tard after this. If you lose something to a black tile, I'll give it back when I land on a white tile. I promise," Will said while using his pinky to trace a cross over his chest as a sign of promise. "Cross my heart and hope to die."
Peter on the other hand is ambivalent about the decision. Either way is fine for him, it is Gary's decision after all. But he'd very much like to torture dickless Will for a turn or more. Maybe even land in a white tile and dangle the opportunity of returning Will's penis before yanking it away. But alas, the chance was gone when Gary made his decision.
"So, it is my turn then," Peter said as he grabbed the dice and shook it one his hand.