As Weirdoid's body changed to fulfill the wish, another person entered the room. But this person, unlike the rest, was shrouded. None of the writers could see the person's face. They couldn't even tell if it was a man or woman.
"Who the fuck are you?" Anonymous51 asked.
The shrouded person just stood there, but then a moment later, pulled out a small picket sign from beneath the cloak. It said "1/10".
"I said who the fuck are you?!" Anonymous51 yelled.
The person pulled out another sign. This one said "Mr. One".
Without hesitation, Anonymous51 slugged the guy (if it was a guy) in the head. The figure dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes.
"Fuck, that felt good," Anonymous51 said, smiling. Then he turned to the others. "Anyone else want a shot?"
