As the door swung open, Max saw a massive figure looming in front of him. It was his buddy PJ's dad Pete. Max stared in awe at the mound of flesh before him. He was used to seeing the massive blob of fat that was his friend's dad, but something seemed a little bit different now. Pete's normally buttoned-up shirt was now dirty and left wide open, all the buttons seeming to have been lost somehow. Similar to the shirt, Pete's massive shorts looked like they were stretched to the limit. His normally clean face was covered in food residue and stubble, and it almost seemed to Max that he had more chins than before.
"Uhh...Hi....Pete...." Max stuttered out.
"Whaddya want?!" Pete said in his loud gruff voice, his foul breath blowing toward Max, causing him to real backwards in disgust.
"Ugh...I...I just came by to see PJ...Is he here?"
"Yeah, get in here, he's in his room."
Max walked into the house to go find his friend PJ. He walked down the hall and eventually came to PJ's room. He walked in to find PJ...
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