"Let's make him our cousin! I mean, I was gonna suggest brother, but the two of us is enough already." said Brendan.
"Cousins are cool. I wouldn't mind having more family." replied Brandon. "What'll we name him? We need something badass."
"Marty. We'll give him the nickname Mace." said Brendon. "He'll be all brawn, pretty much no brain."
"Cool, let's start."
"So, Matthew. You can hear me in your sub...whatever, right?" asked Brendan.
"Subconcious.." mumbled Matthew.
"What a prick, he even corrects you in his sleep!" exclaimed Brandon.
"Matthew, from now on your birth name is Marty. But everyone calls you Mace."
"My name is Mace.." mumbled Matthew.
"Now, Mace, you're a pretty dumb guy. You find it hard to remember school related things. But on the flip side, you're buff and strong.
You're huge! Mace, take every last drop of Matthew's knowledge and put it to use. Make it muscle! To help you, your height will go up to
6'4"."
Mace grunted, and started growing. Muscles were developing like crazy. When it was finished, Mace was a big guy.
"Excellent. Now when you talk, which won't be often, you're going to stammer a lot, and only use simple words. Got that?"
"D'ok." said Mace. His voice had changed. It was now a stupid sounding low pitched voice.
"You always wear jerseys, and have a tendency to not wash clothes often."
"Bro, that's gross!" interrupted Brandon.
"Eh." replied Brendan. "And you keep your head shaved. Always."
Mace's clothes changed accordingly, and he started to stink a bit. The hair on his head almost disappeared.
"Great, now when I snap my fingers, you're going to come out of sleep. You, and the rest of the world barring me and my brother will
think you've always been like this. Whenever I say... hmm... 'Tequila Lumpy Trees', you will revert back to this state of mind."
Brendan snapped.
"Duh... hey, cuz's." said Mace, "How's yous doin'?"