At the time it started, Zetta had been a book. No chore disaster ever had repercussions for him! And the Prinnies were good at dumb labor, emphasis on the adjective there.

"Victory!" said one, hopping to its pegs as it flung its fins in the air. The others looked briefly disappointed, then turned back to the winner expectantly. A pause, pregnant with tension, filled the air.

"Uh, what were we playing for again, doods?"