“Hot potato!” Meg said. “W-What?” Chez asked nervously. He looked over to Luna for help. She stared and Dawn stared more curiously, not realizing Chez’s role in the game. “Hey hot stuff catch!” Meg shouted. Chez’s vision dashed as Meg threw him across the room. Chez screamed as he flew through the air then was cut-off when he crashed into the hands of the tiger. “Hell yeah,” the tiger yelled, “Andrew! Your turn!” Chez was thrown out of his tight prison, through the air, and landed into another persons grasp. This person gripped tightly, winding Chez in his captors tight furry prison. Chez was quickly thrown again. He landed in another tight grasp, there was a loud thud and Chez’s newest wielded had tumble do to the ground. He glanced up as his arms were still tightly gripped. He groggily looked up and realized, Luna had caught him. “Luna,” Chez gasped weakly. Luna payed no mind and threw Chez to some random stranger. This game went on for a while, devolving into catch instead of hot potato. Chez was about to faint, he flew through the air again and barely saw he was flying towards a…
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