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*