Mr. Pots says,"Hello! You must be new! I’m Mr. Pots, the school cook. I keep a look out for all new students, in case they’re skinny and deserve my special treatment! Look at you, you’re much too thin. Leave your bags here in the office - Ms. Peach will get you registered - and follow me to the kitchen."
Matt follows Mr. Pots along a well-lit hallway, past trophy cases and displays of photos of past graduating classes. Matt noticed in passing that the photos of the head boys of each class were full-length shots - and that the head boys were all fat, really fat. As he went he noticed photos of sports teams too - but not all sports, mostly sumo, football, wrestling, and weightlifting. And all the boys in those photos looked fat too. ‘Wow,’ he thought to himself, ‘they must not mind guys getting fat here.’
Near the end of the hallway Mr. Pots slows his waddling gait by a pair of double doors. Making sure that Matt is right behind him, he steps up to the doors, puffs out his impressive belly, and pushes his gut into the doors to open them, leaving his hands at his sides. “Freezerburn!” says Matt approvingly. “You’re fat enough to open doors without touching them!”
“Well, my belly touches them,” says Mr. Pots, grinning. “Welcome to the heart of OSB, our cafeteria. I don’t know what the cafeteria in your old school was like, but I’m sure ours is nothing like it! Come in, come in!”
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