"No!" you say, holding the Wishing Powder close to your rotund body. "The man who sold it to me said that only I should use it".
"So, I don't care what the man in the shop said. I helped you, so you should help me. Stop being so selfish and let me make a wish!"
You sigh. "Alright. But if I let you make one wish, you can never ask for another one, okay? One is all you're getting."
"That's all I want", Mike told you sincerely. He had an earnest look in his eyes, so you handed the powder over to him.
"Okay", you told him. "Get a glass of water, mix a little of the powder into it, and say your wish aloud." Mike hurried down the stairs as fast as his humungous body could carry him, and was back up in his room with the water in a flash.
"Geez Mike, you should try out for the athletics team", you tell him.
"Shut up man", he tells you. "Okay", he said, after he had poured in the powder. "I'm ready."
"Then take a drink and make your wish", you tell him. "And don't wish for anything stupid", you warn him.
"Alright".
Mike wishes for...
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