"Hello? Who is this?" comes a confused sounding voice.
"Uh...I'm sorry. I think I must have the wrong number. Is this Jennifer's house?" you ask, surprised.
"Yes, it is. Are you one of her friends? Would you like me to get her?" comes the voice.
"Oh, God, no, you'd better not. I'm so sorry, I've transformed or dared you. The curse is real. You know, the curse? I have to transform or dare you. I'm sorry, I have to," you say.
"Is this some kind of joke?" you're asked.
"No. No joke. Please, answer, transform or dare," you say.
For a few moments the line is silent, and all you can hear on the other end is some reserved breathing. You cannot help but feel you are about to be hung up on, but one way or the other, you have Transformed or Dared them. The curse has to be passed on, its how it works. Much as you'd like to, you can't just let her get away without having something done to her. And by now it's been well over a minute. They'll have to take both.
You wonder what you can say that's reasonable, when suddenly you're overcome with an ill-advised pang of anger. This person, assumedly, has rasied Jennifer to be the selfish, arrogant, loud mouthed and outspoken bitch she is, and if that isn't deserving of some kind of revenge, you don't know what is.
Thoughts cascade through your head. Wonderful ideas...