He sat down, read the card, and said, "Donna, grab Greg's GI Joe doll, I think I'm going to need to borrow his fatigues..."
Mike swallowed hard and shrank. He prepared to shrink. Nothing seemed to be happening, but the room was getting cooler, he thought. He looked at the card again, it read, "It's A Question Of Scales. You stay the same except for the scales." There was an "s" on the end, what could that mean?
His skin started to itch. It felt dry, leathery scaly.
"Hey, Lizard-boy! I think we've got a new nickname for you. Donna, I hope you like snakes."
"You're the only snake here, Jim," Donna grabbed Mike's arm and hugged it. She was surprised that it didn't feel at all slimy.
Leslie rolled, saying, "Here goes nothing." Mike's tan continued to darken to a greenish brown like a chameleon. He said nothing, he was relieved he hadn't shrunk.