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A whole month.
A whole month of nothing but storms and rain.
This sucks.
You slump back in the chair, and go to turn off the TV when lightning strikes the roof and does it for you. Looks like you've lost satellite connection. Just great. You call the leprechaun.
He doesn't come.
You try again, but there's still no shimmer of green dust. Strange.
You walk through the house, passing the many maids and cleaners as they rush about. None of them really seem to notice you - you guess they have their hands full with Steve. You call one of the maids over, and ask her where Steve is.
"He's in his room, sir, along with that little green man."
"Thanks."
You head back upstairs, then walk into Steve's room. He's currently surrounded by a thick cloud of green dust, while the leprechaun stands by the window, watching the storm. You walk up and stand next to him.
"What'd be wish for this time?" You ask.
"He still wants to be bigger - he asked me to make him 10 times his precious size."
Your jaw drops open. "Ten times? How the heck is he going to get around the house?"
"He thought ahead. He wished that the house would grow with him, like before."
Wow. You thought this house was big already - now it's going to be ten times as big! This is getting stupid. You look back at Steve. The dust is still swirling, although the cloud has gotten much thinner. You can see the vague shape of his body, but not much else. You sigh. "Does he have any idea how hard it is for everyone else to get around?"
"Probably not, laddie. All he cares about is himself."
"Well that's inconsiderate."
The lep grins. "That be true."
The cloud is completely gone now, and Steve's just standing in the centre of the room. He hasn't grown much yet. Then he swells, and starts to grow at an unbelievable rate. You look away, groaning as you watch the room grow even larger. The bed towers above you like a building, and the ceiling is so far away it's started to get hard to see. Steve yells in elation, grabbing your attention. He's huge now - he towers at least 10 metres over you. His gut is humongous; it's about the size of a whale, and probably contains just as much fat. Steve flexes, and you can hear his muscles creaking as they inflate and grow. He chuckles, and you mistake the sound for thunder - it's so deep. You tear your eyes away and look out the window. The estate is huge now - you can't see the fence anymore, and everything else is now much bigger. You'll never be able to do anything around the house anymore.
Another rumble from Steve causes you to turn back to him. It looks like he's stopped growing, and you hope that he doesn't get any bigger. Each step he takes shakes the floor like an earthquake, and any noises he makes are amplified. He looks down and sees you and the leprechaun looking back.
"Well?" He says, "What do you think? Big enough?"
"Yes, definitely. We're all very proud of you."
He grabs his gut and bounces it around, shaking the house. You whisper to the leprechaun.
"Can you make it so that it's impossible for him to gain any extra weight?"
"It should be possible, laddie." He snaps his fingers. "That should do it."
Steve stretches and yawns, then flops onto the bed and starts snoring. That was unexpected. His snores are a torture for your ears, so you run for the hallway and push the door shut. His snores still echo through the building.
"ARGH! Leprechaun, soundproof his room!"
He snaps his fingers, and the sound is gone. You remove your hands from your ears, and sigh with relief. You take a walk down to your room, two doors down. It takes you about five minutes, and then you find yourself in front of a huge, immovable door. Stupid Steve and his stupid wishes. The leprechaun opens the door with magic, and you walk in. Everything's huge. There's no way you'd ever be able to get on your bed. You ask the leprehaun to shrink your belongings down. You think for a bit, then wish the same for the rest of the houses occupants. The leprechaun obliges, and you walk over to your bed. You're asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow.
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