How would you like to be a 13-year-old child and be handed the gift of your dreams; a gift so special it has the potential to make you everything you ever wanted to be. On the other hand, how would you like to be one of the poor, tortured suckers who is condemned to accompany the gift, and keep the 13-year-old child on the straight and narrow, or else suffer the indignity of being transformed into a cockroach, cane toad or a squishy blob on the bottom of your shoe.