Josh felt a cramping in his hands and legs before he suddenly fell forward, and landed on the floor in a heap. What had Trevor done to him? He could hear Trevor laughing as he tried to get on his feet again, but something felt wrong. Then he noticed his hands — they now looked like stunted versions of his feet. As he got up, he realised what Josh had done to him, as he now stood perfectly naturally on all fours.
“Oh, man, really?” said Josh, as he looked at his new ‘hands’, and flexed the new toes on them. “I don’t know how to walk like this!” He tried to stand upright, and realised that his legs had shortened to accommodate his new quadrupedal posture. His spine had also changed shape, so he found that it was now really uncomfortable to stand upright for long, before being forced to fall back onto all fours.
“This is weird,” said Josh, as he sat on his haunches and turned to Trevor, who was still laughing. “At least you can still walk,” said Kyle, who was holding up his hands to look at Josh.
“Alright, alright,” said Trevor, who had produced the straws again, and was offering them to Josh and Kyle. “Do you want to see if you can get some payback?”
“Hell yes!” said Kyle. “I think it’s your turn to see what it’s like being rearranged. I feel like a man-snail like this!” he said, waving his eye-hands about.
“Alright, here’s hoping…” said Josh, as he stood up on all fours and walked clumsily towards Kyle’s outstretched hand. He reached up with his new foot, and drew out a long straw using his toes.
“Okay, it’s got to be you this time,” said Kyle, shuffling over and drawing a straw, being careful not to jab himself in the eye. He couldn’t believe his bad luck when he looked at it with his other hand, and saw another short straw.
Trevor held up the longest straw. “Maybe I should go place a bet, or something?” he grinned. “I’m not going to have luck like this ever again!”
“Oh, God!” said Kyle. “What are you going to do to me now?”
“Well, Kyle,” said Trevor, turning to type something into the Chronivac. “I think you mentioned something about being a snail-man?”