Refuse.

"I don't think I like the sound of this." You say stepping away from your co-worker.

Dr. Topple smiles and shrugs, "You're refusing to play then?"

"Yes." You reiterate. Instantly both of your GT's make a beeping sound. The screen reads: "GAME declined. Penalty initiated." You stare in horror as your hand raises of its own volition, fingers spread, palm out.

"I think I'll take this one." Dr. Topple says calmly grabbing your right middle finger. "You have lovely elegant fingers." She continues as she pulls on the finger. It pops free painlessly. No blood. No skin ripping. It's just gone.

"Bloody hell." You mutter under your breath as Dr. Topple places your finger on her own hand, skin instantly grafting onto her body.

"See? That's how GAMES work. You can wager ANYTHING and the GAME will make it possible. Fascinating, no?" Dr. Topple says, wiggling your finger around on her own hand.

"Fascinating. Yes." You breathlessly say having to lean against your desk for support.

"Well, I think that's all you need to know then." Dr. Topple waves and smiles as she walks away. You're left staring at your right hand and its missing finger in shock.