I Cast Polymorph
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The last light had just turned off when Hank Liston queued up for his fifth ranked match.
He turned on the volume, making sure the game music rocked the entire room.
"Jungler!!! What are you doing, sleeping?! We need to jump this guy, you loser!"
On the lower bed under me, Ben Singer, who had been holding back for a long while, rasped, "Can't you put your headphones on? I have an interview tomorrow."
Hank simply snorted. "Interview? You can sleep the whole day, and you still won't make it in with that rubbish resume of yours. Don't try to blame your failures on me."