The salesman nodded.
"Which of you is first?" he said.
"Me!" they each said.
"I was here first!" Rob said.
"Just because Becky carried you! I got here by myself!"
"Who cares? If you'd flown here like Superman I'd still be first."
The salesman looked skywards in exasperation and turned away.
"Can I help you?" he said to a man and woman, who approached him hesitantly. Both were thin, wore glasses, hand-woven sweaters and blue jeans and held ecologically friendly burlap bags to carry their purchases of books and sensible natural fiber clothing instead of the usual assortment of store-supplied plastic.
"W-why yes," the man said, swallowing. "We feel, we would like, um, er ...."
"Mervyn! Tell him. We agreed you would talk."
"I know, Breah. But you know I don't like speaking to salesmen," he said, quietly.
"Now, now, I don't bite!" the salesman said. "You're here because you want some muscle, right? And this is the Big Mean Green Muscle Machine, so you've come to the right place, right?"
"It's important that it's green," the man said. The woman nodded vigorously. "We're very committed Green Party members. This won't harm the environment, will it?"
"Not in the slightest!"
"Do you have an ISO 14000 certificate?" the woman asked. "What is your carbon footprint? What is your power consumption?"
The salesman was looking flustered but then said. "We don't CONSUME power. We MAKE power. Isn't that why you're here? To increase your power?"
They looked at each other, swallowed and then nodded. “Power, er, to the people,” the man said, firmly, but quietly.
Mervyn handed over two worn $20 bills and they stepped inside. Very soon there were two loud dings and the door opened. Mervyn stepped out standing straighter, with a somewhat fuller chest, somewhat thicker arms and wearing more stylish glasses, a brighter and more tightly woven sweater and a somewhat more confident expression. Breah followed, her thin frame completely transformed. Her large breasts pushed her bright green sweater out, her thick arms filled the loose sleeves. Her glasses were gone, her long straight hair was now short and stylish. She pulled Mervyn's hand up and shouted, "Green Power!" and flexed a formidable muscle. "Yeah! Green Power Rules!!” she shouted as she felt how solid it was. She turned to Mervyn, looked him up and down and felt his bicep. Her smile grew larger (and his smaller) when she easily compressed it, to his dismay. "Yeah, and this is even better, even MORE progressive. GURLZ RULE!!!" Mervyn started to say something to the salesman but the woman stepped between them.
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