[ PI ] The longer a spell takes to invoke , the more potent its effects . A single wizard has been casting a spell for hundreds of years . Today , he is finally done .

The wizard had thought about his past failures for many years while he kept repeating his incantation. Why had the earlier spell had no effect? He figured that he just needed to cast longer to get results and this way he was guaranteed results. He wiped the sweat from his brow for he has grown weary from the last 249 years of casting. The old dusty clock in the corner struck the hour of 12 and he breathed a sigh of relief. `` It's finally done'' he thought to himself. He finished his final words and then nothing but deafening silence filled his dank, cold tower. 
 
 It started as a tingle, then a slight swelling appeared to be pushing his torn and ragged robe outward. He smirked and was very happy with the results of the size of his new lap rocket. 
 
 His name was Greybush Thunderstick and for years the ladies laughed at his finger sized flesh wand. `` They wo n't be laughing any more, I'll show all of them!'' he said aloud. What followed was a long maniacal laugh that echoed for miles and sent shivers up the spine of all that heard it. 
 
 Suddenly he stopped laughing, It was still growing, and growing. Were his calculations wrong? Did he mess up the spell somewhere? It was starting to expand at an exponential pace. His robe burst open exposing his ever growing manhood, By now it reached all the way across 4 foot wooden table that stood in the middle of the room. He was starting to panic and wonder if it was ever going to stop, but it just kept on growing. 
 
 The table legs gave under the weight of his now grizzly bear sized meat missile. It hit the floor with such force the room shook and various potions fell off the shelves. He was being forced back into the corner of the room as it kept filling and smashing everything in it's path. He eyed the large sword on the wall and started weeping when he realized just what he had to do. 
 
 He tried to reach it but he just could n't, His never-ending nether rod was just too massive and he could no longer move it, or himself. Eventually it filled the whole room and he was slowly crushed under the weight of his own titanic tallywacker.
