The time had come.

Patroclus was ready.

He was glowing. He was smothered in robes 2o times his usual size. He was armed with two potions. He had his best mate by his side.

It was 'Go' Time.



The walk from the sixth floor to the start of the Stairs on the thrid had been rather awkward, extra large robes meant extra large waistbands, and extra effort needed to hold them his pants up. But he had managed and he had finally arrived at the top of the stairs.

"Bottoms up, Mate!" Patroclus smiled, as he popped the cap of his potion bottle and began guzzling down the liquid. It's affects were instant.

Patroclus' body began to swell like a balloon, his thin althetic body disappearing into roles of fat and blubber! He could not help but laugh, it was a tingling sensation, and just bloody hilarious!

"READY?" He bellowed to his partner in crime!