Sizing up the Situation

'My rule is: you need to bulk up.'

'Bulk up?' you ponder. 'Hey, I'm plenty big as it is. He's the super-sized one.'

'Why?'

'Because its not healthy for a gator to be so small, and I sure as heck don't want to fell guilty that I left a sickly gator by himself. So, I need to pack some size on you.'

You think this over. 'Well, I'm pretty much not going to go back to being human. Since I moved down here, I already made the decision to lead a gator life.' You look yourself over and give your arm alittle flex. 'Plus, being alittle bigger would feel kinda....good.'

'Alright, I'll do it, you agree.

'Great! Let's start right away.'

You start to wonder exactly HOW he plans on bigging you up.

He motions you to follow. You enter his room, which is the biggest room in the house. It makes your room look like a phone booth in comparison. He digs around into his dresser and pulls out something. 'Here, put this on over your clothes.'

He hands you a giant pair of shorts like a wrestler would wear and some suspenders. The shorts are much too big for you.

'Ummm...what?' You look puzzled.

'Well, I doubt your clothes will fit anymore after this, and I do like some decency in the house. You put the shorts over your clothes. They are suppose to be big. The suspenders keep them from falling.'

You put it on as he said. You look like you are wearing a tarp.

'Alright, follow me.'

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"Bulk up" means something different in the south...

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