The carelessly read e-mail offer ...
Sven, seeking to improve the performance of one of his favorite spearguns, a beloved Wong R-RH61 past its prime, answers an e-mail that seemingly promises to revitalize his Wong and make it perform like new -- maybe even better. In fact, the letter seems to claim that the gun will become substantially larger. In his mind's eye, he envisions it graduating from reef gun status to an instrument worthy of the greatest blue-water game.
Within a few days, a puzzled Sven receives a package of pills. He puts his skepticism aside and munches them down, though it is unclear how these pills will serve to improve is spear-gun. Still, he's hopeful for the best. Unfortunately, the pills have unintended consequences and various body parts begin to expand at an alarming rate. Not only do his fins no longer fit his feet, but his pants no longer fit his "wong", which soars majestically over the floor of the living room and bobs mere inches from the menacing ceiling fan.
Now Sven has a dilemma. He still has the same old spear-gun. None of his new, exotic fins fit anymore and there is some serious coin involved in replacing them all. Most puzzling of all -- he wonders where to buy a third fin for his new leg with the oddly shaped foot ...
