Hugo sat cross legged on his bed, staring at the spinning wheel of fortune that hovered in front of him, glowing like some divine artefact sent from the heavens.
He had already spent 300 points on this advanced gift box wheel, and all he'd gotten were items so bizarrely focused on his mouth that he was starting to wonder if the system was playing a prank.
First, it had been the Super Suppy Mouth Spray, then the Suppy Suppy Gum and finally, the Sappy Suppy Toothbrush.
Seriously, it was too much!
Now, as he prepared to spin the wheel for the fourth time, Hugo raised his hands in a theatrical prayer, speaking aloud to no one in particular.
"Dear Lady Luck," he began, his voice dripping with exaggerated seriousness, "I come before you as a humble man. A man who, might I add, has a perfectly functioning mouth.
