Fuzzball

As you rub your sore stomach, you suddenly realize, your hungry. Not supremely, uncontrolable hugry, just hungry. "Hey Fred," you say, "Let's get a bite while we try to figure out what's next." "Hey, we don't need to get any bigger, thank you very much," says Fred, a sour expression on his face. "Nothing big," you say, "Just a burger, come on, you havn't eaten all day." you say. "Well..." says Fred, and you can tell his own stomach is growling, "Okay, but make sure it's only ONE burger."

A few moments later, you and Fred are sitting down at a bench, each of you snacking on a hamburger. "So what do you think Raffles pumped us full of?" you ask, licking your fingers as you finish your burger. "Please, don't say pumped," say Fred, looking very disgusted, "I've been pumped up far to much lately." It is then you notic something looks a little different about Fred. "Fred, did you do something with your hair?" you ask, pushing your the hair out of your eyes. As Fred looks at you, suddenly gaining the same confused look, to come to a realization: Wasn't your hair short cut? As you watch, you see Fred seem to 'puff' out as his hair and gradually gets longer. You note that your own hair is also increasing in length, hanging off of you like some form of Wookie with horrible diet habits. Fortunatly, the hair stops growing after a few minutes, and, becides the significant temperature increase, you seem to be well. Sure, excess hair makes you look even bigger then you are, and hair on your haed keeps falling over your eyes, but at least it's not impeding your motion. "What the heck is Raffles thinking? How is this gonna help him?" you say.

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