They catch it, tossing it between their hands as they explain. "We get a couple of stuff--couple things that're...close...that're the same shape. And then we throw them. And the ones that go further wins. And...aaaaand..."

Frisk glances around, but the bare Edge and the junk pile don't give them much inspiration.

"...dunno what the prize might be, but we can think of something later!"