"Hm, Ed, how am I going to get you home? I'll need a wheelbarrow," Steve sighed looking at his stacks of cash.
The kitchen door swung open and a 350 lb 6' 5" wall of man strode in. It was Tank Thompson, the football tackle for the State University's team, on a beer run. His jaw dropped when he saw the cash. Steve carefully aimed the device noting the small black arrow embossed on one side of the device.
Tank's skin turned fire-engine red, and became very shiny before he reshaped out of his clothing into a big new wheelbarrow. Steve grinned. He set the device on the table and began loading Tank with fist fulls of cash. It took almost half an hour to completely load the wheelbarrow with the cash. Part of Steve regretted his actions. Perhaps he'd keep only part of the cash and turn Ed Cramer back into a leaner version of his former self. This idea seemed to assuage Steve's conscience as he wheeled Ed and Tank out the back door and to the side gate. He realized that walking down the street with a wheelbarrow full of cash might not be too smart, so Steve grabbed a tarp from Doug's side yard to cover the money.