Double Snake Eyes!” Fleg cried. He shook his head in wonder. “And you said you never played this game before!” The snakes tightened around me. I stared at him. “What are you talking about?” I choked out. “Twenty points—that’s what I’m talking about.” The Huge beast grunted. “I’d better play harder. Or you’re going to win!” “Who cares about winning!” I screamed. “I can’t breathe! Get these snakes off!” Fleg grinned. “Off!” he screamed with laughter. The folds of skin under his jaw flapped up and down. “That’s a good one.” “We mean it,” Nat pleaded. “Get them off us!” Fleg seemed confused. “Why?” He asked. “They might bite you.” “We know!” I screamed. “Help us—please!” The snakes flicked their tongues against my cheek. My stomach lurched. Fleg grinned. “If they bite you, you could be awarded a Triple Hisser,” he explained. “Worth sixty points.” Points for getting bitten. Some game! “Forget the points!” I shrieked.
