An offer.

You're shoved inside unceremoniously, and the guards walk in behind you. The one who interviewed you pushes you towards the centre of the room, while his partner stays by the door, like before. You look around the room, and discover that it's completely empty - no furniture, no windows, no mirrors, nothing. You realise that the guard's watching you intently.

"So," he says, "are you ready to be a security guard?"

"No-" you begin, but he cuts you off.

"Why not? It's the best job in the world! Good pay, free clothes, free food..." He trails off.

You can't help but consider it - it couldn't be too bad, right? "What's the catch?" You ask.

The guard grins and pats his massive gut. "You've got to get fat. Really fat."

"Why?"

"I don't know, to be honest. It's just a part of the job description."

You raise an eyebrow. "And if I refuse?"

The guard grins. "You don't want to know."

You sigh and consider your options in silence. You could go with the guard's offer, and get fat; or you could refuse, and get something that'll probably be worse. Decisions, decisions...

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