Four watches with the following emotions, in order, as the little man goes up and up and up and away!
Delight. Curiosity. Confusion. Horror. Anguish.
"Dear contestant, what have you done!!" They exclaim as they run over towards the scale, placing their hands on both sides of their head in utter despair. How could this happen!!
It made good television, that's how it happened.
"Whatever will we do!! We have to guess the value of something!" They say, turning towards the audience. There's murmuring in the shadows-- and then there's a hush that falls over the entire room as they turn slowly back towards Haizea...
...and the lights in the room go dark. Only two spotlights remain: One on Four, one on Haizea, and they're looking positively terrifying as their face is revealed to just be one big wide smiling nightmare of an expression. Their hands haven't left their head, and they pose the replacement value to be guessed:
no subject
Delight. Curiosity. Confusion. Horror. Anguish.
"Dear contestant, what have you done!!" They exclaim as they run over towards the scale, placing their hands on both sides of their head in utter despair. How could this happen!!
It made good television, that's how it happened.
"Whatever will we do!! We have to guess the value of something!" They say, turning towards the audience. There's murmuring in the shadows-- and then there's a hush that falls over the entire room as they turn slowly back towards Haizea...
...and the lights in the room go dark. Only two spotlights remain: One on Four, one on Haizea, and they're looking positively terrifying as their face is revealed to just be one big wide smiling nightmare of an expression. Their hands haven't left their head, and they pose the replacement value to be guessed:
"How much is your life worth?"
The little man is back on the scale.
...and he's glued at zero.
Oh no.