"Alright, here goes nothing." Frank said, grabbing the dice. He shook 'em up, and tossed it. 8. Frank grabbed his piece, but couldn't lift
it. It was stuck to the board. Suddenly, it began sliding across the board, and stopped. "Oh. Must be magnets or something." he said,
picking up his card. "Alright, i haven't played this before, so i don't know....wait, what?" Frank said, confused. "What is it?" said
Samantha, wondering what was wrong.
"We know you've had the hots for emily, but to her you were a not. Now you'll be even closer, just try not to get too hot!"
"Like, what? You liked me, dork?" Retorted emily. "I don't know, maybe a bit? Shouldn't you be more worried about the fact that the
card was able to....predict...." He said, suddenly passing out. His body began to change and morph, and the room suddenly filled with
smoke. "Oh my god! The game IS magic!" screamed samantha. "What a fucking dork, he's probably playing a retarded prank again."
Said dick, un-moved by the events. As the smoke cleared, his clothes were laying on the floor. "Where'd he go?" said samantha, loking
at his clothes. She opened them up, and screamed. "Like, What's the deal, samantha?" sakd emily. There's a Bra in here! There's a bra
in his clothes!
Suddenly, emily lost all control over herself. She stood up, and yanked off her shirt, and ripped her bra strap. Then, she grabbed the
new bra, and immedietley put on the bra. Dicm whistled, and samantha stared, wide-eyed. Emily suddenly came to, and wondered why
she didn't have a shirt on.