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For lunch, you eat a ham sandwich and a bag of chips that your mom packed for you, washing it down with both a Coke and a Fanta. Since childhood, you've never been able to decide which flavor you prefer, so you developed the habit of drinking both. After finishing your meal, you locate the bully, Winston, in the cafeteria. He's sitting at a table with what you identify as the most powerful students in the class. When he's about to leave, you approach him.
"May I have a word with you, Winston?"
He grabs your ear and pulls your head to the side. "What makes you think I want to speak with you, chubster?"
It's time to act. You concentrate on your power, harnessing the same feeling you experienced from the monolith in your basement. The world around you subtly changes; everything seems a bit brighter, a bit more real. This sensation indicates the magic is flowing through you.
"From now on, you're going to be my bodyguard."
You watch for his reaction with apprehension. If the magic doesn't work, he's going to punish you harshly for this.
"What does this entail?" he asks mechanically, with a blank stare, as if hypnotized.
"Not much. If you see that others are bothering me, you tell them to go away."
