One, for now.

Marcus figures he might as well push his luck; he flips over a single card.

It reads:

Would you rather: Have a permanent boner that never goes away but never gets tired, or never wear underwear again?

Marcus breathes a sigh of relief. It's an easy choice as far as he's concerned. A perma-boner would be a nightmare, especially if his cock starts growing as much as promised by the Wheel of Inches. He'd much rather just freeball it everywhere he went.

"I'll go commando," he says decisively.

"GREAT CHOICE! Now, how about another card? Do you want to keep playing?"

Marcus thinks it over. About the only negative thing that has happened since this game began is his losing five inches of height...but, honestly, what guy wouldn't trade being tall for being hung? He's pleased with where things stand.

"I think I'm done."

"Oh, Marcus! Come on, friend! You're doing great! The game is no fun if you don't play!"

"I'm happy with my winnings. I don't feel like losing them." Marcus is sure he's made the right choice.

There's a long pause as he waits for whatever is next.

Finally, the voice sighs. "There may be one last option left, Marcus. I'd like you to continue playing, but I can see you've made your decision. Why don't we sweeten the pot? Round three is over..."

The cards still on the table burst into flame and disappear.

"But how about we play a little bonus round?"

Marcus perks up.

"Listen up, friend, because we won't make this offer twice: Walk away now and take your winnings.... OR! Keep playing and still take home your winnings!"

The crowd roars again, cheering and chanting: "MAR-CUS! MAR-CUS! MAR-CUS!"

"That's right, folks. We're willing to let Marcus enter a final bonus round with--get this!--a guarantee that he will not lose anything he has won so far!"

Marcus is pleasantly surprised. This could be alright...

"So what do you say, buddy? Play? Or walk away? The choice is yours, and so are the prizes!"