"Alright enough's enough!" Kyle yelled at the leprechaun, who was still giggling. "I can't stay like this and neither can he!"
After settling down, the little man conceded. "Ok, Big guy, a new spell is just the thing, one to fix you two I'll bring. There's no need to have a fit, I'll be right back just have a sit." The leprechaun rhymed as he motioned Kyle to the table to sit down.
"Now that's what I'm talkin about." Kyle said. The leprechaun hopped into another room humming.
After a minute or so, while Kyle was still grumbling about his situation and eyeing Frank, his now 8-year old friend. Not even thinking what he was doing he opened another one of the Big-Boy-Brewskies that were on the table and chugged it down.
Man he loved the taste of this th....Wait. NO. NO! "NO!" He yelled as he spewed out the last drops that didn't quite make it in him and hopped back off the chair as quick as his middle-aged beer gut would let him. But it was too late, his large gut was already starting to grumble and he could feel a strange warmth spreading across his whole body.