Of course your big brother would be asleep. He wasn't much the guy for meaningful activities save football, so he slept mostly in the day. Examining his girth, you were surprised that your brother gained so much weight in college: from the size of his round, hairy belly, you could determine that he gained at least 40 pounds, weighing him at 340.
'I guess my brother was one of those Freshmen 30 plus types,' you thought.
You were just about to turn around and leave the room, for you knew when Mike woke up and saw you he would playfully bully you, when you saw on your brother's stand stood a glass containing green liquid. First you thought it was just some sort of soda, but then you found a plastic packet laying on the floor titled "Wishing Powder".
You picked it up and stared at it with shock for a while. A few questions then popped into your head: Did Mike wish for the strange cab to pick you up? Could he have used the powder to add more weight to his frame?
You pondered about these questions for a while until you heard a moan from behind. Turning around, you saw that Mike's eyes fluttering open, and then he yawned, sitting up and scratching his gut.
"Oh, hey there, (IYNH)," he said, grinning, "I see that you've finally came back home. Did you enjoy the ride I send you?"
You knew it! He had Wishing Powder! But that made him very dangerous, you realized.
"How did you get Wishing Powder?" you asked him.
"Bought it from a weird troll a few days before I got back home," he said, "I didn't believe it was real until I added 20 pounds to my body."
He gave his belly a few pats, rising to his full height and picking up the glass.
"I was thinking about messing around with this thing a little," he continued, "But then I though: "It's no fun doing stuff alone. So I decided to drag you along."
"So, what do you have in mind?" you asked, feeling a little bit nervous.
"Whatever you have in mind," he said, "I have already a few ideas myself."
But what should you do?