On his way to the Orange Bar, David mused on his inability to remember anything or to act as a normal human.
"Jesus, what was that guy's name... I can't remember... how can't I remember his name? He was president for 8
years... Uhh... Uhh... George!" David shouted while slapping himself in the head.
Awestruck by the amount of brain power necessary to figure out such a simple question, and mildly concussed by
his new muscles, David stopped dead in his tracks. He stared wildly around hoping nobody had heard his
outburst. Due to the later hour, there were few people walking. As several cars drove by, David looked at
himself through new eyes.
"Christ, I shouldn't look like this... Nobody gets these results in a few days of working out... What did
Tony do to me?" He softly whined.
In his fear, David felt unable to continue to the bar. He turned around and started to sprint home,
attempting to outrun himself. Rapidly, much faster than should have been possible, David found himself in
front of his mirror. Looking again at his reflection, but this time to find out what was wrong, David rapidly
searched his entire body. Staring into the mirror, he seemed the man
he had always been, except for a general growth that seemed to be just about everywhere and muscles that
seemed to guzzle steroids. Somewhat reassured, David when onto
his computer, searching for that website again to see if there was anything that could be used to help
himself.
After several hours, at around midnight, David had gone through the entire website, looking at every little
link, reference, and tidbit. This was much harder than it sounds due to his moronic IQ and his new sausage
fingers. He finally found a "hidden" link at the bottom of the page, by the sponsorship guide that everybody
overlooks.
On his screen he saw in ultra small print, colored to blend in with the background...