"Fine." I mumbled. I sigh and look over at him. "So wheres this weight test thing?" I ask.

Percival sighed mentally. "Do me a favor sweetheart and tell me who left you here?" He said as he looked over to her. She seemed normal and healthy, so it made him wonder if he could test on her. Testing on other humans besides himself wasn't something he did too often, but he found it fun sometimes. While he was thinking about that possibility, his eyelids had forcibly closed on him. He was now dozing off on the chair he was sitting in.

I chuckled nervously. "I-I'm glad. Pig are kinda gross."

"Over there," I said, pointing at the purple sign that said "Let me Guess Your Weight!"

"Dr. Bits, I think." I watched Dr. Archangel fall asleep. "Ha ha," I said, "you fell asleep!" I began to dance around the room, still keeping my act up, in case he wasn't actually asleep. "Dance, dance, dance! I got this feeling in my boooodddy! Just got this feeling! I got this feeling in my booodddy!"

"So what's the object of this game?" I asked lookimg up at him.

"I think the object of it is that he guesses your weight, you weigh yourself, and if he is off by 5-10 pounds, you win a prize." I said, walking over to the guy.

"Step right up! For only a quarter, I'll guess your weight, and if I'm off by ten pounds or more, you win a prize!" There are several prizes. Small ones for only ten pounds off, and a huge fluffy cat plushie if he's off buy more than 37 pounds. He taps the sign again, then looks at me. "Are you willing to try and beat me?" he asked.

I stand off to the side confused by the game. 'This is so weird.' I think.

I stepped up and handed the guy a quarter. "Betcha I'll win the kitty-cat," I said to Dominick. The guy wrote down his guess on a piece of paper, and I hopped onto the scale.

120

The guy looked at me, confused. He showed his piece of paper:

163

"How dare you think I'm that heavy!" I said.

"Oh, so you didn't have metal or a heacy element on you?" the guy asked.

"No, I didn't."

"Oh, well, here's you're cat."

I grabbed the plushie. "Tada!"

I chuckle in disbelief. "163 pounds?" I ask. "He must need glasses." I told David.