As the manager seems locked in shock staring at the first security guards 5XL frame, another security guard appears - this one distinctly smaller than Marshall used to be - and then a third, this one pushing 500 pounds! The manager’s eyes bug further and further out, and then, sighing, he collapses on the spot.

The "smallest" of the three guards - though he's definitely still a 'big guy', an easy 350 pounds - drops to the floor beside the manager to give first aid, as other store personnel rush up and stare like brainless supermodels at the scene on the floor. The biggest of the guards, the third to arrive, takes charge, moving them back from the scene and instructing them to clean up the collapsed and scattered racks that the three of you left behind on your ramble across the store.

Marshall says to the first guard, "Hey Devyn, we'll leave you to it - my friends and I gotta hit the food court, this monster's hungry!"

"Sure, Marshall, see you for your shift later," the guard replies. "I'd like to meet your friends someday soon."

"Yeah, me too," says the third, heaviest, guard - at least he would be Marshall weren't around. "Maybe we can all go out, hit a buffet sometime."

"Buffet?" says a twig-body wearing an A&F tag that says 'Asst Floor Mgr', "you don't need anymore food...."

"Yeah? Well, you do!" says Carol, using a dainty hand to give the female size 2 an excursion across the floor. "C'mon, big boy, let's go eat," she add in seductive tones, and the three of you head for the door, knocking down and demolishing fixtures as you go.

Out in the mall, you head for the food court at a surprisingly rapid clip for three big folks. Down an escalator, and soon you arrive. As if you all thought the same way, the three of you all wheel around and head for....