Jacked Jack

the night has slowed down. The groups of kids wandering to the door asking "Lift or Gift" have nearly all vanished at this late hour. You hear a knock on the door. So what? One more kid before bed. Upon opening the door all the lights go out, the air runs still, and the light of a flickering face ignites in the dead night Lift or gift, dudebro. his muscles are huge! At least twice the size of the last biggest guy you met tonight. He stares down at you, hand outstreched expecting something