Jake racks the balls on the table and sees Tom using the pool cue to scratch at his lower back. "You alright?" Jake asks, half chuckling at his friend. "Yeah, I think I got like some kind of bug bite, cause I'm all itchy and tingly back here," Tom replies, scratching. "Whoa, that's a little too much info. You're up by the way." Tom does a few last scratches and pulls his shorts up a bit. He lines up with the cue ball and prepares his shot. He keeps wincing at shifting his backside, the itch obviously still bothering him.
Jake sighs as Tom takes forever with his shot and starts to feel itchy himself. He reaches down to his legs and scratches them through his pants with his foot. The CLACK of the balls turns Jake's attention back to the game as the billiard balls scatter across the table, but nothing gets sunk. "All that for nothing, eh?" Jake laughs as he walks up to the table, "and I think you gave me your rash, thank you very much." Jake scratches at his legs again.
Jake takes his shot and sinks a striped ball. The itching has turned into a full on ache in his feet as he walks over to make his next shot. Tom is scratching at his back all the way up to his neck now, "man, this is driving me up the wall," he says. Jake lines up for his shot trying to ignore the sensation to itch and Tom's feverish scratching. He shoots and misses. "Crap," Jake groans, "god, what did you give me." Tom protests, "hey, it's not me, maybe it's the food around here." Jake slips off his shoes, leaving his socks on as he lets Tom line up for his shot, but then he notices something strange. Sticking out of Tom's shorts is a thin piece of flesh. It dangles down his right leg and looks like it's getting longer. Jake looks up at Tom as he shoots and sees that Tom's ears are slightly pointed.