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It is a huge building, maybe fifty stories high. You waddle to the front door, expecting it to be too small for your waistline. Fortunately, it seems these guys are prepared for situations like yours, for the doors are automatic, and far larger then the average door. They slide open, and you waddle on in.
The place is full of shops. Everywhere, it seems,there are shops filled with weight loss pills, weights, energy bars, etc. You look around for the complaints office, or a counter of some sort. Finally, you find a counter with a woman at the desk. You walk over to it, and stop when your belly pushes against the front of the counter.
"Welcome to Weightdevisions, Inc., how may we help you?" she says, seemingly unfazed at talking to a terrifically obese hippopotamus-man.
"I purchased a bottle of your exercise in a bottle," you say, "and look what it did to me!" You grab your stomach with both of your arms and lift it as high as you can for her to see.
"Well, this is not my department," she says, "you'll have to see the head of Weightdevisions, Inc. for this. If you like, you can go up to see him right away. He's on the top floor, walk straight, take a right, a left, and it is the second door on the right." You look about ... there are two ways to the top floor. A rather inviting looking elevator, and the stairs. <Of course>, you think, <the elevator may not support my weight, but the stairs ... with this gut, it may take forever!> Which do you choose?
Written by an anonymous author (edited by wanderer)