“Ya interested?” The deep voice repeated. The man was at least 6’3 and seemed to be well over 300 pounds. He wasn’t wearing a costume but he seemed to look a lot like “Flab Man” nevertheless.
“Oh no, I’m just looking.” Junior meekly replied.
“Wha? I didn’t catch that last part, did ya say ya wanted it?” The man asked. Before Junior could answer the man stuck out his hand. “Oh heck, I didn’t even introduce myself, I’m Bob Rolling. I’m the owner of this comic book.”
“I’m Greg Murphy, the second.” Junior replied.
“Are there two of ya? You must be a twin. Man twins are cool, my best friend is a twin. Yep, he and his….” Bob’s voices drowned out.
“Err no, my dad’s name is Greg.” Junior said.
“Ya interested?” Bob said, not even regarding Junior’s last statement.
“Sorry, no.” Junior said looking at the 150$ price tag. “I don’t have enough money.”
Bob scratched his head. “Well we got our selfs a problem, I tell ya what. Over on the other side of the convention is the eating area. I’ll knock off one dollar for every pound you can eat. Now that’s a deal ya know!” Bob proudly stated.
Junior hesitated.
“Oh come on boy, just follow me.” Bob said, he didn’t even wait for Junior’s response.
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