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Game 2 Outline |
Albert comes over, "Look, don't worry about Rick, he's had a size complex longer then we've known." He puts a hand on your flabby shoulder, but you pull away and turn on him. "Yeah, but he's right," you say, sobbing a little, "We have no clue how to reverse this, and even if we do, what about next time, and the time after that, and after that?" You come to the realization that this just seems to happen to you again and again, and even if you fix this, then next thing that comes along is going to just fatten you up again.
"Look, we'll fix this," says Albert, trying to comfort you. "Have you seen my track record?" you say back, "Everytime I slim down, THIS..." you grab a handful of your stomach and lift it up between your arms, "Comes back again and again. I'm tired of fighting it." you say defeated, "At least Rick is happy about it, and I'm just going to have to deal with it. I give up." you say, and move over to the table, and grab a plate of cake, and sit down. "That's the spirit!" says Rick, as you take a fork and lift a piece to your mouth. You feel stuffed, but feel like this is inevitable.
Albert moves and stops you, "Stop," he sais, "And Rick, stop enabling," he says, "Look, yeah, you've hit a string of bad luck, but you can't give up, even... even if you can't lose the weight, we can help you exercise and at the very least get you fit enough to move about." he says, trying to give you some glimmer of hope. You don't feel convinced, but let him take the cake.
"I don't even know how big I'm going to get," you say, looking down at you expanse, which in this position spreads across the ground like a scoop of soft ice cream spilling out from under your shirt, which has grown tight up the sleeves, with blobby arms now resting on your chest.
"No matter how big you get..." starts Albert, but Rick chimes in "The bigger the better!" and Albert shoots him a look. "...We will always have your back to help you bounce back."
You sniff a little, "Thanks Albert," you try to get up, but find your weight difficult to maneuver, so Albert helps pull you to your feet, just as you feel a RIIIP from your pants as the seams along the sides split, and you groan. By now your stomach hangs over your knees, and your thick legs look like tree trunks. "Look, can you go get me a change of cloths from home." you ask, embarrassed. "Sure thing buddy," says Albert, and leaves, leaving you feeling a bit better.
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