If he had offered tidbits, they'd have hanged him for the tidbits. Were I him, it would have been hard to resist trolling the living hell out of the Heymen on nearly every page. Like, ending every chapter with something like But the power STILL wouldn't develop. I talked to friends, coaches, my Dad.... heck, I prayed on it. And that's when, stigma be damned, I made the decision to use those resistance bands my aunt had bought me for my birthday, even though they were pink. PINK! Like, totally queer, right? Next Chapter: the resistance bands didn't do the trick and the Home Runs still wouldn't come. I never liked the idea of putting artificial stuff in my body, but I finally bit the bullet and went to this shady pharmacy so I could take Flintstones Vitamins.