You smile as a travelogue on Philadelphia comes on the TV. It zooms in on the statue of Rocky Balboa. You're holding the wishing stone when you say, "I wouldn't mind having a body like that."
Instantly, your body tingles all over. As you watch, your chest broadens, and your arms start to bulge with muscles. You strip down to your briefs to admire your newly forming muscles. The wishing stone really worked! You hit your rock hard abs, they're harder than you expect. You notice your skin is darkening to a bronze tone. You pose in front of the mirror. Your body seems heavier, you have trouble moving. You feel like you're swimming in a vat of oatmeal as you struggle to reach the wishing stone you set on the coffee table. You realize that you're turning into bronze--living bronze. You freeze in an odd position bent reaching for the wishing stone, but not quite reaching it. Your body starts to cool to room temperature, but you're fully aware, just unable to move or speak.
Hours pass, and you're forced to listen to two informercials before your room mate drags his drunken ass in around 3 in the morning.