Clay witnessed his brother running into the kitchen towards the sink, arriving just in time to hurl up his entire stomach contents. The yellowish/green substance splattered all over the sink. Clay got nauseous from just watching it.
“Dude, what’s happening to you!?” Clay yelled at his brother after he finished.
Kyle wiped away some of the vomit from his mouth. “I don’t know, I felt just moments ago and suddenly my entire stomach felt like it was on fire. And without realising it, a vomiting sensation started building up. I guess it’s just an upset stomach!” He felt his rock hard stomach. “I feel fine now, the sensation is gone...”
Just then he noticed Craig laying awkwardly silence in against the refrigerator. “Jesus, did I do that?” Clay came into the kitchen as well, rubbing his hands in his neck which was red from before.
“Oh my god, Clay, your neck! I’m so sorry! I did that as well? I really..I didn’t do it on purpose! I don’t know what came over me...” He looked at his left arm as he flexed into an impressive biceps peak. “...I guess I don’t know what strength I suddenly have now. I became a bit powerdrunk, I’m so sorry!”
Clay, sitting down next to Craig trying to wake him up, replied “That’s ok bro, I guess I would do the same to you if I had such a body. And besides, I wasn’t really being easy on you either, so I guess I deserved it, somewhat.” Craig slowly regained consciousness and opened his eyes.
“Thanks bro, you’re the best!” Kyle said as he handed Clay a glass. “Here, give him this, he’s probably hydrated...”
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