"So, Heh, I just thought of what I was gonna say and realized that I sound like a Pyramid Scheme Advert"
"What is it then?" You say, intrigued.
"So, Brandon is skinny and weak-ish, right. Well, I found a quote unquote Supernatural Steroid. Untraceable, no side effects, no need for exercise, works in hours, and he won't become a hulking beast, but an above average human in physical capabilities!"
"Anything else?" You ask.
"Magic Meth and Gay sex.", he replies in a heartbeat.
"I'm cool with that, as long as you're happy."
A long and awkward silence follows
"So, what's our plan?" You break the silence.
"I'm thinking, while he's eating potato chips, he'd go get water, you say you'd get it for him so he does not get up, then you slip the drug into his water."
"Good idea!"
"Do you want to make a bet?"
"What are you thinking?"
"If he represents the city in the upcoming tournament, you train him in his clairvoyance, and if he wins the Tournament, you take a shit in Jenny's diaper, and you can't use your Clairvoyance when deciding."
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