To say that Howler enjoyed science was something of a misclassification; he liked more the idea of science. Howler was an academic who disliked exercise or the thought of doing anything more strenuous than a leisurely walk and wanted to do nothing outside but curl up on a seat or bench of some sort with a book and read, an activity which he only pursued when it got anywhere close to cold, which rarely happened in his warm, Mississippian clime.
Part of the reason Howler disliked doing much outside was that his body's folds were hot enough as they were and needed no help to make Howler sweat, which revolted Howler because sweat is effectively diluted urine. This thought again struck Howler as he studied the latest discovery and latest fad in biology.
Howler had been looking for ways to try and lose weight at his parents' request. Howler's parents were both thin and had been jocks in school, and they found their son's interests in things like science, literature, and some political issues disgusting. Howler chuckled at the thought that his mother kept up with the Kardashians and his father with every sport under the sun.
Howler had tried sports; but with poor hand-eye coordination, clumsiness, and aversion to sweat, he found no sports which appealed to him. His parents might have looked buff, but their appetites were full of the same trashy food which they fed their only son and child. Howler, of course, had suffered the foolishness from a young age; and when he had finally been allowed the quit the last sport he played, ping-pong, his slightly chubby frame had suffered.
Howler knew that excessive adipose could have negative consequences, but he wasn't willing to sacrifice food for a percentage. Howler could also be cunning and persuasive when he needed to be, which had kept his parents at bay until today, when Howler had had a "serious conversation" with his pediatrician about losing weight, which had entailed the vet's monologue about the dangers of obesity and other ways to combat this problem.
This brought him to his current predicament: how to stave get past his parents' wrath and insults whenever he got near them. He had tried to lose weight before, but being hungry was not a sensation he enjoyed. Maybe he didn't have much self-discipline, maybe he was a stupid fatass, and maybe he should just quit.
Then reality and the voice of reason came back into his mind. Why was he letting his parents' wrath get to him? These were the people who cared nothing for a deep conversation and everything for the Kardashians and sports. Howler knew that his parents were imbeciles too inept to stop him if he put his mind to stopping him. But how?
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