Miranda... seriously?

Tom spends a few seconds fishing around in the hat before pulling his hand out with a name. You can't believe it when Miranda's name is revealed for a third time.

"Well, guess I can talk now, since I'm the dare-giver." Tom's talks just for the sake of hearing his own voice while holding up Miranda's paper slip.

You narrow your eyes at the slip of paper, and suddenly you realize what's probably going on.

Miranda's paper looks a little battered; both Tom and Matt have draw it out and waved it around in turn, and now it's probably just worn or folded enough that Tom was able to pick it out by touch.

You glare at Tom while he grins spitefully at you. You aren't certain, but you figure there's a good chance at least that he cheated, so you call him out on it. "You picked Miranda's based on feel! Redraw it!"

Tom makes an exaggeratedly innocent face, immediately denying your accusation. "No way! It's just luck!"

Everyone seems doubtful; it is suspicious, but there isn't any hard evidence... you feel like you can probably swing everyone against Tom, he is an asshole, after all, but he still has another maneuver ready.

"If you think the paper is getting too worn, we'll make new ones after this round. But it's not fair to make me redraw for no reason like that. No one else had to." He sounds infuriatingly reasonable, and you're not sure how to rebut him.

No one else speaks up, so Tom faces Miranda with a big grin - and a bigger erection.