"Drat," She'd say in defeat. She'd get up and think of what would be considered an interpretive dance and just started moving her body and limbs in random directions, flopping her arms as if they were noodles, and almost tripping a few times when she went on one foot. When it was a good two minutes or so, she'd stop, huffing as she'd be tired from the random movements. After catching her breath, she'd point at "Will! Truth or dare?"