sith_happened"So the weather outside is horrible again," Anakin yelled through the bullhorn in the gymnasium, "so I am simultaneosly impressed and worried about those of you who still came out to do this thing."
He clapped his hands together. "So we're going to do a fun game called pass the parcel today! It's a little like musical chairs in that there's a chair and involved, but also presents! You'll love it."
This was a dubious claim.
"Listen for your name and then come pick up a t-shirt--" all in matching shades of day-glo blue "--with your number on it, and sit in a circle in the correct numeric order."
Don't make him fix that for you, gang.
"Once everyone is seated, the music will start and you will pass the package to the right as quickly as possible until the music stops. If it stops on you, you unwrap a layer before the music begins again. There will also be a fun question or game for you to participate in."
Well, fun if you were the audience, anyway. Anakin made the bullhorn do that annoying siren noise. "Let's get ready!"