Davis's muscles were still growing, and his friend John simply couldn't find the spell to stop the growth. "You've got to help me a little, Davis - I really don't know what I'm looking for here..."
The fact that his muscles kept swelling larger made it hard for Davis to concentrate; it was simply too much for him to find himself encased in muscles, virtually immobile, becoming freakier and freakier right in front of his best friend's eyes. "It must be somewhere near the other spell, the one that reads 'Homo ettagreandous'."
"'Homo...' - what?"
"'Homo ettagreandous' - it reads 'Homo ettagreandous,' man!"
And suddenly, a by now familiar sensation overtook him - a tired, groggy feeling, yet warm. And then Davis realized what he had done. Trying to help John find the spell that would stop his muscles from growing even bigger, he had in fact repeated the growth spell not just once, but three times in a row. Davis cursed himself for his stupidity, and braced himself for what was bound to happen now...