"His name is Mike Johnson, he's a business man who's wife is making him get fit by year's end. Here is his info."
Derek looked at the info. Mike Johnson was 5'9", 425 lbs. The accompanying picture proved to Derek this man really did need training. He had a massive, hairy belly. His huge, thick black beard ran into his chest hair, and it was almost impossible to tell where one began and the other ended. His head was shaved. He didn't look to happy in the picture - but from Derek's experience, he knew most people never where when they were being forced to work out.
"Marty, this guy is over 400lbs and it says here he drinks beer and smokes 2 packs a day. How on earth can I get him in shape in one month?"
"You can't Derek. What you can do is give him hope, teach him the right things to do. Now just sign this paperwork, and we'll get started. Mr. Johnson will be here in about ten minutes to pick you up - no pun intended!"
Derek shook his head. He couldn't believe he was doing this.
"Alright, set on my desk, Derek!"
As Derek sat on the desk, Marty's secretary buzzed over the phone system. "Marty, Mike Johnson is here."
"Tell him I'll be out in one second."
With that, Marty pulled out a small device that looked like a laser pointed and zapped Derek with it.
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