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A few hours later, after catching another taxi and returning to your apartment, you and Fred sit down, (demolishing the couch in the process), to dicuss what to do.
"It's a bad idea," says Fred, "Taking that job is just gonna make you worse." You glare back at him, seated on the remains of the couch. "It may be our only chance," you retort. "Look, all I need to do is keep up the act for a few days. In between the contests, I can move around the park and find out where Raffles is hiding." "That's considering you can move at all," Fred snaps back. "Look at you! If you get much bigger, they'll only be able to bring you to their contests by forklift!" You look at your stomach. Fred does have a point... you have been growing bigger ever since this whole thing started. What will happen if you can't find the cure? But then, if you don't find the cure, you'll probably continue growing anyway. "I have to take that chance," you say. "Otherwise, I'll be stuck like this."
"There are other ways to lose weight," says Fred. "So far all you've done is try and take short-cuts." "Not true," you say. "I exercised... a little." You can tell you are losing this battle. Fred glares at you. "Fine," he says angrily, "I'll figure this out on my own. You go ahead... and try to find Raffles without immobilizing yourself... and I'll do things my way." He waddles out of the room, dragging his immense stomach behind him.
"Fine," you yell after him. You try to get up, but only fall back onto the cushion, flattening it more. You growl and try again, forcing your muscles to lift you into an upright position. You'll show Fred you can do this, with or without his support. You cross the room, shoving your girth through the narrow space, cracking the doorframe in the process, then carefully lie down on your bed. Tomorrow, you'll go to the park, find Raffles, and get out of this nightmare. Your anger eventually dies out, and you relax and drift off to sleep... but not before the bedposts give a tortured creak and snap, sending the mattress, and yourself, on a 3 foot trip downward.
Written by Jack (edited by wanderer)