Andrew quickly realized that adding any more measurements to the computer would just give the curse more to go on, so instead he just grabbed a sheet from the bed, knotting it around his huge form into a crude ill-fitting toga then grabbed all the change off his dresser and went back to the arcade.
Thankfully it was the middle of the night and no one was out to pay attention to a giang teenager breaking back into a deserted arcade.
Andrew looked at the row of antique machines. The wish granter was still there, but it scared him. He didn't want to get cursed worse by even touching it. But there had to be something that might help...
Andrew then noticed an old fortune-telling machine, with a dummy inside made up to look like an old voodoo woman, and the legend on the glass read MAMMY FORTUNE -- JINX BREAKER!
That sounded like what he needed.
He looked at the slot. The machine was so old, all it took was a nickel. Luckily he had one in the handful of change and he put it in the slot.
The dummies eyes lit up and she looked at him, her head craning up to his immense height, then down again, then her hands passed over her cards. Then a moment later, her eyes went dark and a card fell into the slot below.
Andrew took it hesitantly and read it: YOU ARE THE VICTIM OF THE TILT CURSE, A STRONG JINX. TO BREAK, FRUSTRATE. IF CURSE CANNOT FUNCTION FOR A YEAR AND A DAY, IT WILL WEAR OUT. MAMMY'S ADVICE: FIND A NUDIST COLONY.
"A nudist colony?" said Andrew. All he wanted were some clothes that fit! But if even being measured for clothes made him grow....