"If you like sports, they fit into the pills and food lifestyle very well..." the Mayor went on. "My personal sports are competitive eating, powerlifting, and swimming..."
"Swimming?" asked Sam, with a quizzical tone. "Aren't swimmers, like, skinny guys?"
"Sam, Sam, you have to get into the Testosterton frame of mind! You're thinking about those scrawny guys up on the Olympic medal platform, aren't you?" Sam nodded. "Well, here's an image we prefer here - ever seen an elephant seal? A whale? A manatee? All of 'em rounded, streamlined, and FAT! I don't swim to be the fastest, Sam, I swim because I love being in the water - I float really well - and being on the beach is a blast! So's diving! And, it really turns on my lover, too, seeing me in my Speedo."
"Speedo?"
"Yeah, Speedo, you wouldn't wear anything else to swim, would you?"
Sam, nearly shellshocked by the idea of the fat mayor in a Speedo, says nothing.
"Well, don't feel bad," replies the Mayor, seeing Sam's state of shock, "give yourself a week of good feeding, and you'll be in the Testosterton frame of mind." A rumbling noise emanated from the mayor's massive midriff, and he slapped his fat guy happily. "The noon dinner bell! I have a fancy lunch to officiate at, Sam, so I have to get dressed, but my assistant, Tony, will take you out for lunch, and then afterwards help you get settled in. Tony!" the mayor called loudly.
A head popped round the door. "Yes?"
"I have to get dressed. Take Sam out to lunch, won't you? It's his first day."
"My pleasure!" Tony replied and stepped into the mayor's office, where Sam could see that he....
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