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Jacob stumbled over his oversized robes, and he was still glowing. It probably looked very silly, but when didn't he look very silly.
Never. That's when.
The trip down to the moving stairs on the third floor was almost as hard as walking while fat. And he would know, he had walked all the way from the dungeons to the seventh floor towers. That was a hard climb.
As the reached the edge of the stairs, Jacob uncorked the potion along with Patroclus, and chugged it down. The effects were instantaneous. He bubbled and grew to the size of at least 4 Jacobs.
He heard his friend say ready, but his legs were shocked by the amount of weight that had suddenly been added to be lifted.
with a loud "WOOOOPS"
Jacob couldn't sustain his own weight, and tripped down the stairs before he could reply with a 'ready'.
Fat!Glowing!Patroclus could help by laugh hysterically, as Fat!Glowing!Jacob fell down the staircase.
Oh it was on!
The fat boy cried out in glee,
"Yea Ha!" before throwning himself after his friend.
Together they were a fat!avalanche. Patroclus was in hysterics, the smile that was on his face was plastered there, and it wasn't because the centrifigal force that was occuring on his whale blubber cheeks.
Rolling and Rolling, the world was a coloured blurr, the cyclical motion never stopping. Floor, ceilling, floor ceiling, over and over!
"Thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis is craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaazy!" Fat!Glowing!Patroclus called as he rushed after his pal.