“Oh, dear oh, dear ohhh, dear…. What a loud mouth…” the short, fat man said as he suddenly appeared out of thin air. “You still don’t know never to challenge a man who has more mass than you?”
“Come here, you fat lard! I’m gonna punch your lights out!” Chad threatened as he started to bounce around on the balls of his feet.
“Sure, my friend… Go right ahead!” Wesley said, as he stood there very calmly with his big belly sticking out.
Chad stormed him and threw a punch, but his fist slammed into the large stomach and bounced right off like it slammed into a big, rubbed band!
“Uhh…. Okay… Hold on…” Chad grinned, as he regained his footing. He then leaped in the air and soared right at Wesley, who pulled his small head into his large, round body like a turtle. Again, Chad just bounced off the large, rotund and massive body and ended up falling on the floor.
“NO WAY!” Chad screamed, as he ran towards Wesley, aiming for the short, large legs. But, again, his thin body just bounced off Wesley’s legs and he ended up landing a few feet away, exhausted.
“I… can’t… believe… this…” Chad was panting and gasping while he broke out into a sweat. “I feel like I’m fighting a giant, rubber ball!”
“Give up?” Wesley grinned.
Chad just stood there, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
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