"Dude, we can test the stud if you only say obvious shit." Lucas gave Derek a slap on the shoulder. Derek rolled his eyes, responding, "I'm only said what you wanted me to say! Maybe I shouldn't take your bad suggestions..."
"Whatever dude. I gotta go to practice. So figure it out and let me know, yeah?" Lucas went to his wrong and grab his sports bag. Slinging it over his shoulder, he went to leave before stopping to turn back to Derek. "You wanna come?" Derek laughed at the idea. Him? Go to sports practice? Why would he ever go? School was so much more important to him. You can't get anywhere in life if you aren't smart.
Derek teased his jock friend and spoke sarcastically, "Yeah right. I wouldn't miss it for the world. You knoooow how much I love sports." Unfortunately for him, the magic stud doesn't differentiate between sarcasm and genuine statements. Almost immediately, Derek felt his mind fill with sports knowledge. His life flashed before him, revealing his long and intense love for sports. Academic knowledge slipped from his mind, as if it had never been there. His body began to firm up. Tight muscles flexed beneath his skin. His scrawny nerd frame expanded as it was replaced with a much more filled out muscular body. In an instant, a sports bag appeared on the floor by his feet. Without thinking, Derek grabbed the bag and joined Lucas on their way out.
"We better hurry before coach yells at us for being late again." Lucas and Derek then went to practice, unknowingly bringing the magical powers of the stud with them.