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Obtaining transport

"Alright,let's think about things, if you have Fred's curse now, we'll need someone with magic to undo it" says Albert. "But we have no idea where Carla is now." you say, shifting your mass to try and get more comfortable, leading to you looking like a small ocean experiencing some turbulence. "And it's not necessarily Carla who cast the curse this time because of that whole mirror deal. Who knows what all that stuff meant," adds in Fred.

"What we need now is an expert in magic," says Albert. "Good luck with that," you say, "By the time we track down anyone with REAL magic, I'll probably have exploded." You slap your stomach for emphasis, and you feel a gurgle, realizing your still famished, "And can I get some food over here, I've been stuck in there for hours." Fred goes to get you something to eat. "Well, I have a few contacts I can check out, maybe not in Carlas area of expertise, but he may have a pointer or two that could help."

Fred returns with a gallon of milk and a box of cereal and a bowl. You begin pouring the cereal... into your open mouth, filling your cheeks before guzzling down the gallon of milk with apparent ease, letting out a burp afterwards. "That was the most disgusting thing I have ever seen." says Fred. "What? I said I was hungry." you counter, wiping your mouth off, which sets your cheeks wobbling like to jello filled beach balls.

"Anyway," interrupts Albert, "we need to get you over to his place." You let out a short laugh, "Good luck with that," you say, "I can't even fit out the door, let alone walk however far you want. "Oh, I have that covered," says Albert, who walks to the door. Fred looks after him, "Um, what do you think he has in mind?" he asks. Your shrug, then here the sound of an engine starting. A LOUD engine. "He wouldn't," says Fred, moments before you hear the engine reeve and get louder. Suddenly there is a roar and a crash, and the back of a giant monster of a pick up truck crashes through the wall.

"ALBERT! Seriously, this is my property!" wails Fred. "It's not like we weren't going to have to take the wall out anyway." Says Albert, hopping out of the driver's seat, "Now help me hull Sir Lard-a-lot into the back."

"Hey, I'm right here!" you yell in complaint,"Yeah, and your fat, deal with it," says Albert getting behind you and pushing hard, his hands sinking into your backside until enough purchase is realized to start moving you to his feet. Fred tries to reach you hands, but merely falls onto your belly at the attempt, so he gets under your belly and starts lifting it up on his shoulders. "Arrrrrg, seriously not built for this..." he wails as he strains against your weight. Eventually they manage to maneuver you over to the truck, and Albert rolls you into the bed, collapsing after the effort. "Phew," he says, "Well, if this doesn't' work out, you could always be my new medicine ball, imagine the work out I'd get."

"Not funny Albert." you say from your sitting position in the back, looking like a beached whale. "Where are we going anyway?"


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