"What is it?" Drake asked.
"Um. Could you maybe, lift your leg up a little? I think you're...um. Sitting on it."
"WHAT?!" Everyone in the gym was getting used to Drake's sudden roars and the screams became tamer. More like moans of annoyance when a microphone produces feedback.
"Would you quit doing that, man? You're gonna make us all deaf!"
"Ethan! This is serious!" barked Drake, pounding an elbow on the ground. The wood cracked and splintered. "Quit being so casual!"
"Okay, okay!" shouted Ethan, losing his temper. "Lift up your stupid leg, Drake!"
Drake shifted his weight until he was in a position to raise his leg just a little. But it was enough for Ethan to slide the bag out from under his friend. Ethan noticed the leg was totally proportional, covered in giant-sized hairs like wires and occasional freckles almost as big as his hand.
"You done?" asked Drake.
"Yeah, I got it," said Ethan doubtfully. The leg came back down with a massive rumble which took Ethan by surprise. He jumped and looked at it, watching the muscles and flesh quiver for a moment like a huge pudding.
"Is this it?" asked Ethan walking away from Drake's leg and to an open part of the gym floor where Drake could see him. He reached inside the flattened bag and pulled out a small brass, pancake-looking thing with a bent up handle and spout.
Drake swallowed loudly. Everything he did now was audible to the little students below him. His heart beat faster again.
"Dude, calm down. We'll figure this out, okay?"
Drake almost couldn't get the words out. "Can you...rub the lamp? Maybe...maybe it...still works."
Ethan nodded and rubbed what was left of the lamp.