"We'll go first!" yelped Peter.
"Good, hopefully we can finish quicker this way," said an unenthusiastic Darcy.
Peter rolled the die for the pair. It was a five. Advancing their piece five spaces on the game board, they landed on a green square. Out of the
treasure chest at the center of the board came an index card.
Darcy read the card aloud: "Thanksgiving is known for its apple pies, but can you subsist on a diet of flies? One minute of preparation time
allowed, task completion required in six minutes."
"What the fuck was any of that supposed to mean?" remarked an incredulous Peter.
"Where did you even get this stupid game Charlie?" inquired Darcy, suddenly looking very queasy. "Let's just find something else to do."
The group began to take out their phones and search for a new activity, but after the minute of preparation time was up, a buzzer in the game
board went off, alerting everyone that something was about to happen. When the buzzer was finished, the treasure chest on the game board
opened up and out came what had to be an entire colony of flies.
"EWWWWW!" yelped the bug adverse Tira.
"Charlie, how did you not notice this when you bought the game?" yelled Hanna.
"It wasn't even opened when I got it, how was I supposed to know what was in there?" said Charlie, defending himself.
As the group argued and swatted the swarm of flies away, little attention was being paid to Darcy and Peter, who now had moved gar being
looking queasy and were both positively green. Their eyes darted about the room for a few more seconds before Peter finally took the plunge.
Peter's tongue, now impossibly long, shot out of his mouth and grabbed a fly in midair. Just as quickly it, his tongue returned to his mouth and he
swallowed the fly. Just then, Peter let out a loud *RIBBIT* as his neck inflated with a new vocal sac.
"What the fuck!" yelped Danny.
Before anyone else could say anything, Darcy joined in with Peter and caught a fly with her own tongue.
"Wow," remarked Darcy in a suddenly deeper voice, "that was surprisingly tasty!"
"C'mon Dar, I think this is the 'diet of flies' the card was talking about," said Peter.
The group sat speechless as the pair hopped about the room, devouring every fly in sight. As they did so, further changes came upon the pair:
their faces shifted into more froglike forms, with eyes shifting to opposite sides of their head and noses retreating into their heads. Their joints
changes to allow for more efficient travel, and their hands and feet became webbed. What was interesting was that Darcy was becoming both
larger and wider, straining her clothes, while Peter appeared to be shrinking.
After the pair had been hopping and eating for several minutes the buzzer sounded again, marking the end of the time period. A red light on the
game board flickered on, indicating that the pair had failed their challenge.
"I guess we missed some," sighed Darcy, who retained her long brown hair and eyelashes despite her new froggy appearance.
"C-can we talk about what j-just happened?" inquired a shaking Hanna.
"We get it, *RIBBIT*, we lost. You don't have to rub it in.,” replied Peter.
"How are you so calm? You just turned into frogs!" said Tira.
"What are you talking about?" replied Darcy, who had now settled into her larger form by lying on her belly. "We've always been frogs!"
"Can you guys stop stalling and roll already, I want to get on with the game!" said an agitated Peter as he hopped on top of Darcy and settled
himself on her back.
The remaining three teams looked at each other nervously, none of them wanting to take the next step.