Locating Sweets

Although you like the rich life, that nagging voice in the back of your head tells you you can't do it at the expence of everyone else. At this rate, society will break down, and for what? So you can have a sports car? Fraid not, you have to stop the cookie craze now.

You drive to the cookie wolf company building. You'll talk to Sweets, and stop the production of the cookies. Hopefully, as yours did, the cravings will halt and people can start losing the weight they've put on. You ride the elevator to the top floor, and are about to enter Sweets office, when you are stopped by the secretary, the very large secretary. You had almost forgot that most of the employees had forgon their payments for all the cookies they could eat, and the secretary seems to be no different. "I'm sorry," she weezes under the strain of perhaps 500 pounds of fat, "Mr. Sweets... is not in... at the moment." She looks terrible, and sounds like she is ready to colapse. "Where is he?" you ask with urgency. "Health spa..." she gasps out, before waddling over to a couch placed behind her desk and colapsing onto it. There is a shudder, as the couch seems to be crushed under her weight.You have got to get to Sweets now, before the entire city suffers a heart attack from extreme obesity.

As quickly as you can, you drive to the local health spa. Here, there are considerably less people under the effects of you cookies, though there are a few you see on tredmills, stuffing their face full of cookies as they try to burn off the fat at the same time. It looks rediculous. Speaking to the desk clerk, you are informed that you are not allowed inside unless you are a paying customer, you find yourself clad in a bathing suit and heaing to the hot tubs, where you are informed, Sweets is relaxing. As you enter the room you find...

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