Mikey hates sports

"Crap," he said in a dim witted voice "I'm a dumb jock." "Looks like it," I replied, edging away, afraid of what his new strength could do. He rubbed his forehead dimly. "I can't stand sports," he grumbled, "Now I'm gonna have to play them all the time." I cringed worried he could turn violent "I could tweak you with the stone." "Umm," he replied, thinking obviously becoming hard for him. I gulped, awaiting his reply.