Freaky... what day is it?

"Stop stuffing Rick's face," says Albert, coming over to try take the box from you.

"It's not like he wasn't before," you say, "He's already big enough to where this doesn't matter."

"He's only that big because you messed with him in the first place." retorts Albert, pulling on the box.

"But that's not my fault, I don't know how any of this works," you say as you pull back.

"And Rick doesn't know about any of this at all, so stop ruining his body!" He says, trying to pry it from your grip.

"I'm not ruining it, I'm just tasting stuff," you say, pulling back, "Just STOP!" you yell, pulling so hard that you pull Albert right into you, and you both hit foreheads, seeing stars for a moment.

You both tumble down. You open your eyes and see the box of cookies, grab it, and take a bite of cookies... only to bite you own hand. "OW!" you say, looking at your hand, and notice now it is green and scaly. And muscular. You run to a mirror, and see Albert looking back at you.

"What did you do this time!" comes Ricks voice, who is struggling to get up. "I'm fat, where did..." Rick looks at you, "You! he says, "Give me back my body!"

"I don't know what I did!" you say, as Albert/Rick slowly gets up and lumbers towards you. You move away, still clutching the box of cookies, and dump some into Albert's croc jaw as you sprint away, faster then Rick's thicker body.

"HEY, don't ruin my body as well!" Albert says trying to grab you. You dodge and leap over the couch, Albert tripping and pushing the couch away as he avalanches on the floor.

"I told you, I'm not ruining anything," you say.

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