Hillary and Joseph arrived at the Golden Griddle to find half of Joseph's sumo team already there.
"You made it!" called out one of the other team members, a blond guy almost as big as Joseph.
"What's going on, Nate?" Joseph asked.
"Didn't you get Perry's text? We're having our team 'blow-out' breakfast here - everybody's supposed to come, 'fore we head to practice."
Joseph whipped out his cell, and sure enough, there was an unread text.
"C'mon, Joe, dig in!" urged Nate.
Joseph and Hillary wasted no time filling plates and emptying them, again and again, along with the sumo team. More sumos trickled in steadily, and soon the Golden Griddle was a sea of fat boys - with the occasional girlfriend, brother or sister - chowing down.
Deeply into his gourmandising, Joseph was just starting to slow down a little when Nate asked him, "So, Joe, what weight are you up to?"
"Dunno," grunted Joseph, "no scales can hold me this year!"
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