Fred wakes up and looks around. "Must have slept here all night." he mutters looking out the window. He'd had a strange dream where some guy that looked like Mr. Clean was droning on about muscles and power. Fred was his chosen earthly representative with the power to take whatever strength he needed from. He showed Fred a vision of a powerful charismatic man. He said that it was Fred's destiny to become that man and Daira would help him do that.
Fred got up from his lazy boy and hiked up his jeans. He'd never had any flesh on his butt. When his was a skinny kid, his pants kept falling down on him. He'd always thought that if he got fat, at least he would have enough butt to keep them up but all the fat went to his belly and not to his boney ass. He scratched is sagging belly. "Time to eat," he said. Walking to the kitchen Fred saw a glow from the spare bedroom where Brenda had kept the sewing machine. Now Fred kept a weight bench covered with dust because Fred hadn't touched it for years. On the bench he saw a small stone figure. It was a crudely carved statue of a man but it had a faint glow. Fred touched it and felt a tingle.
"You have the power. Take the strength you need and serve Daira." he heard.
Fred put the stature down. "I've got to get something to eat. I must be hung over again."
As Fred walked to the kitchen, the doorbell rang. Fred opened the door and saw
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