The ping pong ball rolls along the edge of the green bowl with a pig on it, but goes on to the edge of the gold bowl and drops in. It rolls part way out, but falls back.
"Yes!"
"Lucky, boy! You're golden!" the carnie says with a grin when he taps you with his cane on the palm.
Your palm itches, They say that's a sign that you'll be coming into some wealth.
"So what do I win?"
The carnie grins showing his gold teeth, "Why your weight in gold of course!"
You feel your clothing becoming looser on your body, and you find your limbs move more difficulty. The carnie reaches out and begins unbuttoning your shirt.
"Vinnie, Clyde! Get in here! And bring the dolly!" he shouts, then he grins at your shiny gold bare chest, and ask, "How much did you say you weigh?"
"I didn't?" you say in a metallic voice, "One hundred fifty pounds."
The carnie rolls his eyes and moves his lips as he does the math. He gasps, "Two point three million dollars!"
You can neither speak, nor move. The carnie looms like a giant over you, and strips you naked, as two roustabouts rush in.
"Boss, you got a real sucker this time!"
"Dang, is he solid gold?"
"The Midas touch worked this time. Now set him in the curio museum, Everyone will assume he's plaster spray painted gold."
"How come he's so small?"
"Because flesh is less dense than gold. He has the same mass as before, but his volume is less." You feel the three lift you on to the dolly, and you are rolled out of the ping-pong tent.