"I know you did this, old man. It's not funny."
Wright's smile did not wane. "You played your prank on me, I did it right back to you. If you can't take the blows, don't throw the first punch, boy." He looked past Todd, toward Marty, then Jamie, but his expression shifted to confusion. "Wait, that one's not supposed to be a snake." He pointed at Jamie, then motioned back toward Marty. "That one stayed at the other one's house, didn't he?"
Todd was focused on getting fixed. "So what if he was? Change us back, old man."
"It matters because that boy had his own cursed item on his bed." Reaching behind his back, he retrieved a bottle of pills from seemingly nowhere. "There, can't have any innocent folks getting hurt. And as to changing you back, refer to my previous statement. This is my prank, one that's meant to keep you three punks out of the gene pool for good."
Todd looked down at his penis. "That's fucked up, old man."
"So is threatening to burn down a stranger's house and making him stomp shit. You're lucky I reduced the severity of my curse as much as I did. When I first wove the spell, I planned on turning the three of you into my garden gnomes. Little plaster things that could never move from my lawn." He took a quick downward glance. "Of course, I could always go back to that plan if you'd rather not live."
Todd's gaze remained solely on Wright. "What are we gonna do when we're stuck like this? We can't wrestle, go to-"
"The spell covers the most severe parts. You don't have to worry about getting dissected or causing a panic, so long as you don't press anything about your shape. Folk'll find it strange, but assume it's outside your control and not worth delving into."
Todd was getting a sickening feeling about this conversation. All he could do is accept his state or possibly make it worse. Then, he remembered about Marty. "Fine. If we're going to play your game, then at least allow Marty to speak."
Wright looked toward the large spider. "Huh. I guess the spider half was a bit more dominant than I expected. Come over here, boy." Marty glanced toward Todd, who nodded. He approached the deck, where Wright met him on the other side. Wright touched Marty's oversized fangs, his hands glowing an eerie shade of white. "Alright, boy. Try speaking now." The voice that came out was garbled and incomprehensible. "No, boy. Don't talk through your fangs, lift them up and use your mouth."
The fangs moved outward and upward, surrounding Wright's head. He took several steps backward in response. "Like this? Hey, I can talk again!" The voice wasn't Marty's, but it was certainly a step up from the gutteral cacophony he made before.
Todd looked down at the results of his own curse. Living with this mess would be unbearable, but he'd have to learn how.