Mike looks down again at his big belly and rubs it. "I didn't really do anything special or world-saving with my wishes. I mean, I don't know if he thinks we're important or something."

"Yeah," you say, realizing that this shouldn't necessarily just be a chance to play around with weight gaining like you've always dreamed. Maybe if the two of you both want to be really big men -- and the troll found you -- maybe there's a reason. Maybe you should both make yourselves enormous and go and find the troll again and see if there's a special plan at all.

Mike must be thinking on the same lines because he says, "Well, if the troll really has a plan for us - or knows that we both want to be big, and that fits some plan - well, the first thing to do is to do something about you, twig!" He laughs as you jump out of the way of one of his massive hands swinging by. "I bet my thigh weighs almost as much as you do!" he adds, then continues, "You need to grow like me and Dad. So here goes. I wish that IYNH would...