He reaches down to the table, and picks up the bottle of wishing powder. "What's this?" he asks.
"Give me that!" you exclaim, trying to grab for it, but Mike just puts it in his left hand and holds it out to his side. You try to reach for it, but your arms barely reach around his belly.
"Come on, squirt. What is it?" he say again. Just then, ...
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