We need bodyguards!

Steve wishes away most of the money, transforming it into credit cards. You each pocket a card containing at least a billion dollars.

The leprechaun speaks up. "If I were you, lad, I'd be getting meself a bodyguard, or somewhat to protect me money."

Steve nods. "Good point. I wish I had a bodyguard!" He thinks a bit. "A big one!"

The leprechaun grins, then snaps his fingers. The green dust swirls, then flies towards you and sinks beneath your skin. You and Steve stare at the leprechaun in confusion, and he disappears in a blink.

Your clothes shift, and your shirt suddenly grows tight around your chest and arms. Your pecs swell dramatically, as do your biceps and triceps, and your neck thickens a great deal. You grin as your gut hardens into a rock-hard eight-pack, and your legs grow stronger. You flex and the sleeves of your shirt tear, revealing your huge muscles. Your shirt tears off completely, but is quickly replaced with a large, stretchy singlet. Somehow your pants are still intact.

Steve stares. "This isn't what I was expecting..."

"The leprechaun tends to do that, sir." Your voice is much deeper, more powerful. "He twists wishes, changes their meaning."

Steve shrugs. "At least it isn't anything weird - he might've turned you into some sorta Hulk-thing."

You nod, but then you realise that something's wrong...

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