"I like the mental change aspect of role playing, so I guess I'll be an idiot," said Andy, unaware of the blue light glowing from the amulet on his chest...
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Meanwhile, across town, Mitch was in the middle of giving his big presentation to the board of directors, who had him up for a promotion, when suddenly, what felt like a wad of cotton pressed down over his mind, stifling all thought, and muffling those that did manage to get through.
"And as you can see," he continued, despite the growing struggle to read the increasingly illegible gibberish on his poster board, "If we make a few defensive manoo- man ow?"
His eyes took on a vacant expression as he stumbled over the word maneuver. His mind lost almost all of his vocabulary, it must have gone to the same place his reading skills had. The dense cotton pushed down farther and his vocabulary grew somewhat larger, incorporating mainly curse words and euphemisms for sex.
"And if you ****ing pansies have a problem with that, you can shove your ****ing clipboards up your ****ing ***holes, and go **** yourselves!