*A local hall held a small crowd, as an in-ring announcer called out the first wrestler, detailing his hometown and weight as usual. The wrestler snatched the microphone, ranting his usual spouting of being "the real champion" and challenged anyone from the crowd to take him*
Killer: *Killer laid back in his seat, near the backend of the crowd, his arms folded* Champion? He doesn't even know the meaning of the word... *The wrestler blabbed on more and more, as Killer became more and more bored of it all* Why doesn't this creep shut up...?
Wrestler: Don't make me start picking people out...
K: Pfft... *Killer raised his hand..."This is gonna be fun..."*
W: Ah yeah... get your ass in here now!
*Killer shrugged and stepped on into the squared circle*
W: oh boy you ain't knowin' what you've got yourself into...
K: Not likely... *Cracking his eight ringed knuckles*
*Killer whipped off his long black coat, standing in red leather pants and black vest with a blood red trim. He flicked his red hair away from his face*
W: Ah not only a pansy, but a pretty boy...
K: Pretty boy? *he began to growl and flexed his arms quickly, causing a large jolt of muscle*
W: What the...? *the flex rumbled the ring mat, as he swung his arms hard*
*Killer then began to charge at the wrestler, who ran away, around the ring, squealing*
K: I'll show you a pansy! Get back here! *getting faster*
W: Ref! Ref! Stop this freak! *the referee watched on flabbergasted*
*Killer finally caught up with the wrestler and grabbed him in a Full Nelson headlock, grasping tightly. In a panic, the wrestler swung his leg up between Killers legs... BING! Killer groaned, letting go and grasping his sensitive areas*
W: hah...not so tough...
Killer: *Killer leapt up almost unfazed* No one takes out the family jewels! GRRRAAAH! *grabbing the wrestler firmly and lifting him high in a Guerilla Press, he then body slammed him hard into the mat, springing the ring a little more than usual. A creaking was heard* Hmmm?
*the ring then collapsed at the ring posts, the ropes falling back. Killer then fell upon his opponent, pinning him down*
*the referee fell too and began to count...*
Ref: *SLAP* 1...*SLAP* 2...*SLAP* 3! *the bell rang loudly and the small hall of fans erupted loudly*
*The hall exploded with cheers and hooting, amazed at the spectacle that took place*
Announcer: And the winner by pin fall...*covers the mic* what's your name?
K: Killer...
A: riiight... *back to mic* THE KILLEEER
K: No... just Killer... *Killer sighs*
*The crowd still cheered, just as Killer left the mat, the power of strength inside fading away*
*Later that same week...*
*I was in our bedroom, hugging Humphrey, my Build a Bear teddy bear, with a red Phillies sweater and jeans, and a back pack with the same logo of the team, given to me as a birthday gift from the past*
Me: *Talking baby-ish to it in my own voice* It'sh my teddy bear. Lovesa my teddy bear *Then putting him back on the throw pillows*
Craig: *From downstairs, I bellowed* NO FUCKING WAY!
Me: Huh? What was that? *Moving out of the bedroom* *Gasp* What's wrong, Craig?
Craig: This dude on here *poking the screen* Calls himself 'The Killer'...slammed dude so hard he broke the ring... He's not even part of the fed...just some random
Me: *Looking* Oh my gosh
Craig: I know. Shocking right?
Me: Can anyone really be that strong to break the ring?
Craig: Nah...it's all rigged. It's gotta be... I can remember seeing that same shit on WWE and ECW sooooo many times...
Me: Well, what do you think?
Craig: But... *looking closer at the photos*
Me: But look how many hits this story has
Craig: This doesn't look rigged...there's something about how the ring collapsed...
Me: Hmm... he looks very thin...but are those bulky upper muscles I see? I bet Uncle Steve could decipher if these photos were real or not
Craig: He could...think I should email 'em to him? Now Emmit and me got it all set up at his...
Me: And yet he said he was strictly retiring
Craig: Yeah...
Me: But what do you think of him?
Craig: He seems...superhuman...
Me: Like some of us?
Craig: Yeah...RPG Super Human I would call it...
Me: Hmm...
*having booked tickets for the next house show for most of us (Emmit not wanting to go to that "male soap opera of men in underwear", and Steve just saying we should all go watch Olympic wrestling), we all headed to the halls*
Me: *To Luke* Hehe, how funny for Emmit to call wrestling that
Ginger: Why did I have to be dragged along? All it is is just a bar fight set in a ring
Craig: Bar fight in a ring? Pfft. It's an art...right Jan?
Jan: Yeah *agreeing* and learn new fuckin' packin' moves. If this guy is good as you said he is
Craig: He's good, man...perhaps a little too good... Like UFC Fighting good...
*the announcer called out* Ladies and Gentlemen...we at SWWA would like to welcome you to Slam Jam 4!
Craig: *walking into the large room* Ah there he is... *pointing*
Me: Geez, there's so many screaming people here
Ginger: *Eying the scene under her hands* and shouldn't be hard to miss
Craig: Not in a costume like that...very gothic...kinda like it
Me: His hair stands out too
Craig: As much as I like the guy... something doesn't seem right
Ginger: Craig, he's stands a head over almost everyone else, they're supposed to be big, right?
Craig: But I'm thinking it's rare...if they're huge, they're huge in every department... this guy doesn't seem it...and it's definitely not 'roids...
Luke: I say we go over and talk to him...
Craig: You crazy, Luke?
Me: We can?
Luke: I don't see why not...if he was a superstar he would have bodyguards...
Craig: True...
Luke: well. They're not one official... why not?
Me: I don't know; I feel like we would be a bother to him...
Craig: Oh come on, most wrestlers love the fans...it's usually why they get into it all... *walking over with Luke*
*Killer stood by the vending machine, looking over the fans*
K: Hmph...
Craig: Hey er...Killer?
K: Who wants to know...?
*More fans and spectators pushed their way in, knocking me and Ginger around*
Craig: *whoa...temper in and out of the ring...* Hi er...I'm Craig, this is Luke...my err...cousin *looking up to Luke... "Play along...") I want to get into pro wrestling like you...Got any training tips? How'd you get so buff?
Me: Ahh! Oww! *Still being pushed, crazed fans probably*
K: Heh...you don't want to know, kid...
*One careless guy bumped against my back, forcing me to skid forward, fumbling into someone*
K: hey! *looking to the crowd* calm it down!
Me: Whoa!
K: HEY!
Me: Ahhh! *THUMP! Bumping into him* *Killer reached out and caught you* Ohh!
*Long, callused fingers touched my bare forearms, my own regular blue veins noticeable and brought back to the idea of being blue skinned again*
K: Hey er...are you alright?
Luke: *Luke walked over* Alison, you alright, honey?
Me: *Nodding* Yeah...ohh! *feeling that something pinched me* *a small thin line tingling the way a pinch would crease*
Me: Ah...*helped up* I am SO sorry! It's just too crowded here
K: Oh it's okay...stupid fans get a little nuts I s'pose...
Me: Better hold on to me, hun. I think that push left me shaken
Luke: *Luke held you closer* Thanks...
K: Not a problem... *Then, strange thoughts flowed into his mind. Killer felt odd, almost like a craving*
*He saw visions that were of my memories; a tingling spread through his fingers and hands*
Killer *he looked at his fingers and hands, with a blue tinge... Killer watched as the blue tinge spread, feeling a little bloated in his stomach* I feel... something... bubbling...
*Ginger began to yell from across the crowd* Ginger: Alright! Move it or lose it, tool! Let a lady in!
*For a split second, I thought it was Jan yelling like a jackass for no reason. Then back to the vending machine, Killer was gone*
*A ringed blue hand held against the wall, supporting Killer, now blue tinged all over, giving a grunt/cough/hoarse heaving sound at the same time, trying to help himself up, get to his dressing room*
Killer: *Killer rushed to the dressing room* What's happening to me? I feel so..funny... *Killer now looked less muscular and puffier*
Craig: You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?
Me: What's wrong with him to go off like that?
Luke: Hmmm..I think we should find out... *walking to the dressing rooms*
*Ginger whacks one bald guy with her purse* Ginger: EXCUSE ME! *Now caught up with us* Ginger: Man, I hate these lame brained crowds, standing around like freakin' oafs!
Craig: Thanks *not impressed* Us wrestling fans love you too, Ginger..
Ginger: Aw, I'm not saying you're an oaf, Craigy. Just ones who leave their manners at the door
Craig:
*we all arrive at the dressing room door where Killer locked himself away. Luke, being the polite type as he is, knocked*
Me: *Looking at my hand* Huh? *It didn't appear so much as blue as before*
Craig: Luke...I don't think subtlety will work here...
Ginger: Strange for a tough guy wrestler to go right for his dressing room over some stomach pain or something
Luke: Somehow I don't think it's a stomach pain...
Me: Well, either we pick the lock...or just go right "through"
Luke: Go right through I guess... *focusing as usual and phasing in with ease. He quickly opened the door*
Jan: Finally giving us a chance
*Killer stood in the corner, bright blue and swelling. His coat fasteners popping*
Ginger: Oh my gawd!
*a chain attached to the belt fabric and pocket began to tighten*
K: Help...help...too tight...grrrr
Craig: Holy crap...
Me: Oh god... he's doing that too...
*the belt buckle began to break and pop off, the belt snaking backwards with each moving width*
K: grr..what's happening to me? *skin now a very sharp contrast again his radish colored hair. The red straps around the arms of the coat tightened, squeezing deeper*
Me: Try and think about the rest of you staying on! *Saying something that sounded odd coming out of my mouth"*
K: What?
Me: U-u-unless you rather be nude, concentrate on keeping everything on you, let it.. stretch with you!
K: *gasping and trying to focus, he thought of himself stretching with it; the tightening eased off the red straps loosened their hold and widened, leather pants glossing with each stretch*
Craig: Right..well now that's sorted...what about juicing him?
*The thought wasn't far off, with no sign of the swelling slowing down yet. Killer already reached an orb shape. He had no idea what he meant by "juicing him", let alone of the pressure and sloshing getting to him*
*Killer waddled a little*
Me: whoa...
Luke: honey?
Me: *sudden* Hmm?
Craig: any ideas?
*Jan casually walked up, not wanting to view from the side lines and began poking and prodding the bloated wrestler's rounded back* Jan: This look familiar, bro?
K: HEY!
Luke: Enough, Jan...
Jan: *poking* Come on, what's he gonna do? The Rolling Pin Maneuver?
Ginger: Ooh, and me without the reversal gum *fishing through her purse*
Craig: DAMN
*Killer's swelling stopped, as he rocked on his pivot*
Ginger: *To me* Sweetie, do you know how you dejuiced or deflated yourself those other times?
Me: Um, not without the nanites...but yet the blue part came from the gum...and that will normally go away on its own
*The dressing room door met with a quick rapping and a voice from outside*
Craig: Aw crap...he's up next
K: Wait...is this all under my control? *Killer began to "think thin"*
Me: Huh?
*Killer's body shrank down to normal, but not losing the tinge*
Jan: Hey! What the hell's this?
K: *Killer opened his eyes* I'm still blue...
Me: ...that goes away. But...it looks like they're calling you
Killer: *Killer slipped his gloves on* I better do my job... *finding some red and white face paint to make a pattern* ...this will do...pass it off as a new look?
Craig: Hey...it works...
Me: Yeah, always good I suppose
*Killer opened the door and headed out to the ring for his match*
Craig: Well..that's another one in the gang...
Me: How do you know so quickly? What if he doesn't want to join?
*Killer acted his performance as usual without anyone the wiser, pinning his new opponent once again. We waited inside the dressing room, thinking no one would mind, but only for a brainstorm session*
Jan: He just should've stayed that way and fuckin' flatten the bloke under his gut
Me: ...and risk having this kind of ability exposed?
Craig: She's got a point, Jan dude
Me: As much as I want civil rights for the blueberried, not everyone would be ready for this kind of thing
Craig: *I giggle*
Me: Or even anyone who displays things no one else really has... I just wonder how he could do that too or what...
*Thunderous cheers voluminized with the opening of the door*
Ginger: Looks like everyone still loves Killer... *cheerily and looking at the brush handle and baskets*
*Killer took a seat*
Craig: We're gonna have to do somethin' about that tan of yours...
K:...and how do you propose we do that?
Me: Hmm...it could either be helped by injecting an enzyme to bring the original color back, or just wade it out. And that could take some time than helped.
*Now thinking back to how this reminded me of Rogue; when she absorbed other mutant's powers, it's a temporary hold but lasts at varying times or how long a touch was. Maybe...this also explained why he had this almost superhuman strength that got him noticed in the first place*
Me: Killer...has anything like this happened before?
K: How so? Coming into contact with objects and people, and taking on a property? Many times...
Me: *Nod* Exactly
Me: So you know what I'm already talking about?
*Killer nodded slowly*
Me: Do you know how long it lasts or often? Surely there are one's that aren't the best controlled
K: Well it varies..sometimes minutes..sometimes days...
Me: Same thing with this strongman approach?
*Killer nodded again* K: I'm actually surprised the muscles haven't worn off
Me: Well who exactly "gave" you those muscles?
K: Well..the first encounter was when I was imprisoned in the labs I escaped from a short while ago... Ever since I've been taking other people's strengths...like the guy I pummeled
Me: Labs? *Curious* What labs?
K: Ones run by some made scientist...German or European...something...
Ginger: You should've called yourself The Leech...
K: hmph...I feel like one..
Jan: So you're sayin' who were someone's guinea pig?
K: Yeah...Used for all kinds of stuff...
Me: Hmm *folding my lips*
Ginger: So, "they" gave you this?
*he shook his head*
Me: *I rest my head on my hand* I'm sorry this happened..to you *I perked my head and squinted my brows, thinking if I heard some kind of noise*
*Killer still sat, bright blue*
Me: Am I the only one hearing something?
*Luke tuned in too*
Craig: Hmmm?
K: What do you mean?
Me: It sounds sort of watery sound
Luke: Yaah...
Craig: I don't hear anything...
Me: I heard a bit more...sounds sloshy...
Craig: Hmmm...
Me: Killer, are you feeling alright now?
K: well..not really...*patting his stomach*
Ginger: Uh oh... Starting again much?
K: it..feels like it...
Me: We better find a way of dejuicing quickly...or do something..
*Luke nodded*
*Killer then looked a little puffy again*
Me: There has to be a way...unless... Can you also "charge up" the juice out of you?
K: What? As in "squeeze" myself?
Me: No..um..think of it as...*trying to explain* you've seen it done, right Luke?
Luke: well..yes..try to...*also tries to explain*
Ginger: Think of energy balls coming out of your hands
K: Ah, that made so much more sense!
Me: *Sighs* Thank you, Ginger
*Killer closed his eyes...trying to create "energy balls" his hands became covered with a gooey blue substance, "leaking" around his palms and fingers. The blue on his face faded into a light violet color, draining down; all the while the change in the amount of goo coming out didn't change. This could mean that the power is starting to fade away now as well*
K: I ...I think I've got it *the goo became harder, sliming up his hands and solidifying into various knife shards. The other hand held a blue orb*
Jan: Dude, didn't even have it for more than an hour and already a fuckin' pro!
Craig: Damn straight...
Me: *Turning to him* Then I guess what I did wasn't impressive enough?
*Killer kept it coming, keeping his eyes closed. His color turned back to a light pink tone, returning to his original white, chalky features*
K: *breathing a sigh of relief* I think it's all gone...
Me: And look *pointing at what was formed*
K: Hmmm?
Craig: yeah :D
Me: I'm impressed myself; I didn't think I could do that myself
Luke: Very much so...
Jan: *Eying the blue knives* Wonder how sharp those fucker's are?
*FLLWINNG! A blue knife stabs right into the wall, the handle end vibrating*
Craig: WHOA! *going wide eyed*
*Jan quickly turned his head to the wall with the blade, not quite close to him*
K: *flabbergasted* errr...
Jan: Fuck man! You got aim like a real killer
Craig: Hell yeah... *looking at the damage*
Me: Skill and poise... like you could almost do anything... but, at least that problem's solved *in thought to Luke: maybe we could ask him back to Ginger and Jan's place to see if he's willing to be looked at?*
*Luke in thought: "hmmmm...it's an idea, Allie..."*
*smiling*
Luke: Hmm..perhaps...if you would be so kind, Killer...would you like to come back with us? To figure out what exactly is up with you?
K: Why are you being so formal about it? I already heard what you said...
Luke: What? *looking to you*
*Looking back, surprised*
K: *Killer tapped his temple* I have the same thing...
Me: ...also from me
K: And yeah...I agree with you...maybe I should come back...
Me: Great. And don't worry, we won't be putting you in a cage...
*Killer grinned with a chuckle*
Me: *slightly flushed* heh
*with that being said, and a bit of disappointment for not seeing an actual match, he returned to Jan and Ginger's. I was in their kitchen as she asked me to make some coffee for her. As I poured in the grind, I took a cinnamon shaker and shook a few pats in, mixing it all together and into the machine*
*Jan poked in, limply holding the cordless phone in his hand* Jan: Emmit's on
Me: *Taking it* Thanks *Talking* Hi Emmit...how's Heather? Aww, good...
Craig: *I hand Killer the coffee* Here ya go dude...
K: Thank you *not taking a sip just yet*
Me: She called there? Okay, thanks, I'll give her a call; we're over at the other's place. Just make sure she doesn't nap for too long and help hold Squeaky for her if she wants to see him out of the cage...okay, bye. Excuse me, Ginger, could I use the phone to call my aunt pat?
Ginger: *She nodded* Uh huh, sure
Me: I'll be in the other room *the phone in my hand still, I excused myself from the others to take a call*
Craig: Alrighty... *taking a seat*
Luke: Right ...so..we need to find out what your skill is on a level
Craig: Exactly...it seems you have a copy ability...but whether it's magical...biological...both..not sure...
Jan: *sitting with the chair turned backwards* Al's mentioned something about a comic book
Craig: X-Men? Rogue...similar thing
Ginger: *Ginger taps Craig on the shoulder just as she sits down and whispers* So...how does it feel to have a celebrity here in our mist? *smirking a little*
Jan: Yeah, I know about the X-Men man. We're mutants ourselves if you think about it
Craig: Real life X-Men...not a bad thing really...
Jan: *Smirking himself* especially if Gin *thumbing* gets a latex outfit that boosts her meat balloons
Craig: *chuckles* feasible...sorry, Ginge ^.^
*Groaning* Ginger: Just something to get used to... *Then eyes Jan* Ginger: As long as your costume enhances your package. A big Easter basket on my bunny :P
Craig: Ouch
*Not commenting, Jan only rolled his eyes and took his cup* Jan: Uhh, put too much in here...
Ginger: Ally did...*sipping hers* can't really taste it that much
K: *Killer also took a sip, and began smacking his lips* hmmm...cinnamon?
Ginger: Yeah..you guessed right And I'm supposed to be a cook
K: *still smacking his lips* erm...I think...ermm..
Craig: What dude?
Ginger: What is it?
K: I may be allergic to cinnamon...
Ginger: Oh!
*The cup began to feel heavier in his hand as it dropped on the table, clinking and spilling*
Ginger: Yeep! Hope it doesn't stain *grabbing some napkins*
Craig: Dude,...you okay?
*still blotting the table cloth* Ginger: Didn't know that.. probably should've asked
*Killer grew smaller, now the shrinking becoming visible to everyone*
Craig: Ah crap...someone get my medi-book...
*He pushed his chair back as he stood up*
Ginger: What is it, Craig? Is there one for cinnamon?
Craig: Not sure...But I can have a guess...
*still blotting and discarding used napkins, not really paying attention*
*Killer looking frantically over himself as he shrunk faster*
Craig: *I walk over to killer, who was holding his stomach*
K: What's happening? I knew I was allergic, but this hasn't happened before...
Craig: Calm down, dude we'll sort this...
Ginger: What is it...*a big gasp*
Jan: Man, this is some crazy shit
Craig: You think, dude?
*Luke goes off to look for Craig's medical book. Luke soon returned with the book and I began leafing through it*
Jan: Uh *pointing and poking at Craig* Whitehouse
Craig: Hmmm..allergies...allergies *leafing quicker now* Sup?
*Ginger looked on wide eyed down and down*
Craig: Ah crap...
*Killer was incredibly small now*
*Everyone looked down slowly, Ginger still in shock, while the guys had odd curious looks, almost like a comical cartoon moment. The tiny wrestler had to have stood 6 inches or so tall*
K: *Killer looked up at everyone* Help me out here... *his agitation sounding very high*
Ginger: Um..might be a bad time to ask..but is this also yours?
Craig Whitehouse: *I still skim read pages*
Me: *I walk back into the dining area* Hey guys... huh? What's going on? *walking in closer*
Craig: ER...we have a little problem...
Me: A problem? *Now at the table and seeing that a cup was spilt and wet napkins strewn* Where's Killer?
Craig: Right...here... *sidestepping*
*Looking down, gasping myself, more so because of how close my feet were to where he stood, his arms up in a protective stance*
K: Gah! Careful!..
Me: Eee! *clenching my fingers*
*Killer flinched and rolled to the side, when I cupped him up and placed him upon the coffee table near my book*
Me: oh my... *letting out a breath*
Me: What happened to him?
K: Allergy...cinnamon
Me: W-what?
Craig: He's allergic to cinnamon...
Me: I heard that, but...this? *I realized where this was going for me. Sighing, then sitting down* It's all my fault, I did it again. First touching me, now this
K: Hey it's okay...you weren't to know...
Me: But I feel so bad about this...*hanging my head*
Craig: Hey...like he said.. you weren't to know...but let's just work on him getting back to normal, yeah?
Me: *nodding*
*On his own, Killer looked over the large medical book, slowly walking along the rims, feeling annoyed by his situation, but not letting it show*
Craig: *I leafed through the book, desperately trying to find a cure for this allergy...and a knock was heard* Hm?
Jan: *Jan looked at his watch* Ahh shit!
Craig: What dude?
Jan: The guys were gonna come over for practice!
Craig: Aw crap...
Jan: Crap and shit!
Ginger: Well we can't let them see this going on!
Jan: You're right, babe *taking advantage, Jan reached across the table and took hold of the shrunken Killer*
K: Hey! Whoa! *flailing a little*
Craig: Dude..what you doin'?
Jan: Can't see what's goin on right? *Then proceeded to quickly stuff him into my top*
Me: Uh but, I...
Craig: O.o
Luke: Jan?
K: Hmm?
Me: I... *would I even dare say this shirt already comes with support without a bra?*
Jan: Just don't say a word! Don't act like anything crazy happened *Now letting the door open*
Band Member: Yooo Jan...
Jan: Ey man
*Killer hid deeper into the top*
Me: Eee! *Trying not to let him go deeper*
Band Member 2: Took ya a fuckin while
Craig: *I cleared away the book*
Jan: Eh, blame Whitehouse there, keeping him at one of his science projects
Craig: Sorry guys...just something a little important...I get outta your wa-.. *noticing the guitarist* Holy crap...a PRS! *having a joygasm over the guitarist's PRS guitar* Damn..a custom too!
Guitarist: Eh! No touching! -.-
Craig: Okaaay
Ginger: Come on, Roddy, he's in a band too. The least you could do is let him see it further
Roddy: A band? What's your style?
Craig: *I go into conversation with him as the other set up*
Me: Ehh, ehh *trying to fix my top, then using some TK, taking Craig's med book out of his arm and into mine*
Craig: Right guys...we'll leave you to it *leaving the room*
*Killer poked his small red head out, climbing a ways*
Me: Haven't done that in a while... *opening the book back up, skimming through* hmm, what's this one? *pointing to a page*
Craig: *closing the door behind me* find anything? Hmmm... *looking at it* That may work..not exactly a cure, but something until it wears off...*taking the book* kay..got any flour?
Ginger: Oh sure, do you have to ask?
Craig: Hehe...and sunflower oil, eggs...and some beer. Jan's GOTTA have some
Me: *giggling*
Ginger: Just hope his buddies aren't at it drinking *laughing back*
*While I still giggled*
Craig: hehe
Me: Ahh, someone keeps tickling me *slowly picking him out of my shirt*
K: I'm, not comfortable
Me: *pinching from his shirt and coat collar* You never thought about being stuck between a woman's breasts?
K: It's popped in there but...maybe not like this hehe *dangling*
Me: *smirking; now setting him back down*
K: So...baking a cake of beer or...?
Gin: A bit of a way to help solve this out...
Craig: *gathering the ingredients and mixing it up quickly in a bowl* Right...now...leave it for a few minutes
Me: Will it solidify even more?
Craig: just needs to ...err...ferment really...
Ginger: *grazing her finger* I can only imagine what it would taste like
K: I could take a guess *his face dropping at the word 'ferment'*
Luke: Is it ready?
Craig: *giving it a poke with the spoon* and done...now..Killer...err...You make want some of this *taking a tea spoon with a small scoop*
K: errrr...
Me: He would have to eat it as is?
Craig: Yup...think yeast rising...
*Killer had a bad feeling in the pit of himself, but it wasn't so much from the idea of eating the dough*
Me: Heh..clever
*Killer took a bite of the dough and winced at the bitter taste*
Craig: Ok..now we should stand back a little...
Me: It should start soon?
Craig: Very soon... *stepping back*
*Killer swallowed and held his stomach. Killer gulped a little*
K: Ugh...feel a little ...
Craig: Drunk? It'll happen for a while
Ginger: It..does have beer in it after all, little guy
*Killer hiccupped, giving a hard jolt of height*
Ginger: I guess not so little now..
*Killer hiccupped more and more, growing taller as he sat on the edge of the table, his legs crawling over the rims*
Craig: Ah...nearly there
Me: As Uncle Steve would say... *after two more deep hiccups, Killer was back to normal size, fully sitting on the table*
Craig: Ah... all done
*Killer swung his legs and leapt off the table, fully standing up*
K: Hmmm..no odd feelings...I feel pretty good...if not full
Me: Heh
Ginger: *eying him and around* Are you sure? I didn't know you were this tall
K: Hmm?
Ginger: Hmm, don't know, maybe I've been used to Luke's size *getting some detail of the length of his back, wondering to herself how lean it is underneath*