Jake and Bob stumbled out of the bar shouting angrily at each other as they shoved each other back and forth. Bob insisted that Jake had stolen his jacket. The summer night was hot and sticky. The two stripped down to their t-shirts and had at it. In minutes, bloodied and dirty Bob and Jake rolled about on the ground in the alley behind the bar. Fists, pavement and bricks collided, and then one knocked out the other.
Jake laughed, as he stood over unconscious Bob, "See boy, the jacket's mine. Possession is 9 tenths of the law, ain't it?" He walked over to where the leather jacket lay with his grimy t-shirt. He noticed Bob's polished cotton Oxford shirt and clean A-shirt lying across an empty crate. He chuckled, "Well, as long as I've got your jacket, I might as well have your shirt, too. 'Sides my t-shirt's seen better days." He sniffed his old t-shirt, crumpled it and tossed in over at Bob's recumbant form. He put on the A-shirt, Oxford shirt and jacket, and started toward the bar's back door. He paused, walked over to Bob's unconscious body, and stooped over him.
"Did ya say you wanted to buy me a beer? No need to get up, I'll help myself." And he did help himself to all the cash in Bob's wallet.
When Bob came to, he was lying face down in the alley. He forced himself up to his knees. Gravel, glass and a shiny bit of metal were plastered to his torso. The shiny bit of metal was the amulet of Zulo. Bob peeled the medallion off his stomach, and scraped the debris from his body. Then he looked about for his shirt. He found only Jake's discarded t-shirt. Bob slipped the medallion's chain over his neck, and headed back to the bar. A bouncer stopped him and pointed at the sign by the door. Bob looked up at the bouncer and then at the sign.
"No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service," decreed the sign.
Bob pulled the stained t-shirt over his head. The bouncer blinked his eyes and stared.
As he watched, lanky Bob's body seemed to swell. It was Jake's tossled black head that emerged from the t-shirt, not the spiky blond head that had pulled it on. The lanky arms, were now tattooed and muscled, and Bob winced as his shoes seemed to shrink on his feet. Bob looked down on the bouncer, and realized that something had happened. He shoved his way passed the bouncer and went straight to the bathroom. He stared in amazement as Jake's face stared back at him from the mirror. He walked over to the urinal to see just how much had changed. He grinned as he walked back to the mirror.
How had it happened? His fingers pulled the medallion from beneath Jake's t-shirt. Bob's grin grew bigger, an idea was forming for his revenge on the real Jake. He tucked the medallion back into his t-shirt, and....