"TIME OUT!" read the card in bold letters, in smaller type it added, "Time stands still for you for one turn."
Greg sat there staring straight ahead like he was still reading the card.
"Are you okay, Greg?"
No answer.
"Do you think he's in shock?" Leslie asked.
Jim waved his hand in front of Greg's face. No response from the unblinking eyes. He knocked on Greg's head, and said,"Cool, he's frozen in time for one turn. Let's change his clothes, and maybe shave his arm pits, and..." He was handling Greg like a mannequin, and had pulled the XT shirt off the reduced frame. Greg's arms hung oddly in the air, frozen where Jim left them.
"No way are you doing anything to my body, I want it back intact when this game is over!" growled Mike, coming around the table to pull Jim off Greg.
"Well, at least let me dress him funny, how about your pink angora sweater, Leslie?"
She wasn't too keen on Jim's practical jokes, but she knew him well enough to that he would do something to Greg, and the sweater was probably the least embarrassing. So she gave him the sweater from the back of her chair. "You're sure nothing will happen to it?"
"You've got to be kidding. Your boyfriend, and your best friend has just become a mannequin for all practical purposes, and you're concerned about a sweater, and you're playing practical jokes!" Kristi stormed out.
Leslie sat back mortified. Jim finished dressing Greg in the angora. Mike should his head, and picked up a Changes card as he walked back to his seat. "I'm not waiting for the card to come floating to me," Mike said.