A jazzy little song played as the two men wrote quickly on the touch pads on the podiums. Ending once they both placed down the pens. Mitchell chimed in once more, bright and cheerful. "Well, first we need to see what they're risking." The graphics spun once more and a word came up bright and clear. "HAIR! Yup, that's an odd one, but we'll go with it." Both men seemed fairly relieved by the choice.
"First let's see the wagers. Jake wagered.." The screen on the front of his podium lit up showing a neatly written '5'. "And as for Hal.." The screen popped up with a '10' "Aggressive gambling, sir. Now, let's see their answers. Jake answered Beethoven, and Hal answered Mozart." Already Jake was shooting his father a triumphant smile from across the stage, even before Mitchell chimed in with, "Jake takes the round." Suddenly both men jolted as if shocked.
Hal's hair began to lighten in color even as it lengthened slightly, Jake's darkened and began to shrink back, until both men were sporting the same length pale brown hair, Jake's gamble of 5 averaging it out. But much to their surprise it didn't end there. Hal's beard became a bit more sparse even as a deep shadow appeared along Jake's jaw, filling in a beard. The process continued with arms and legs, Jake's becoming hairier even as Hal's lessened. It ended, at least for those watching as hair grew in on Jake's chest, but everyone could assume the growth had continued under the clothing as well. Especially with Jake's uncomfortable scratching. Suddenly, they both seemed much more father and son, even despite the size differences.
Mitchell didn't waste any time getting the next topic up. "Next will be, SPORTS! Toss me up your wagers!"