Late one afternoon, Assman, dressed in his casual attire, sat on his trusty, comfy, worn in couch. His enormous rump spread out to all corners of the poor thing as he watched the big monitor display videos from various AssmanCams placed throughout the city or police feeds. He yawned a bit and heard the door to the layer swoosh open and the familiar footsteps of his young buddy, Butt Boy.
The smell of fresh pizza wafted through the air as Butt Boy drew closer. He smiled and turned his gaze away from the monitors for a second to see Butt Boy carrying two rather large pizzas.
"Hey Assman," Butt Boy said, setting the pizzas down on a table full of wanted posters. "Anything going on?"
"Nah, nothin'. It's pretty quiet today," Assman said, motioning for Butt Boy to bring him a pizza.
Butt Boy waddled over and gave Assman one of the big pizzas, seeing the man's face light up. The bigger man tossed open the lid and pulled out a nice, wide slice, examining the toppings.
"Spicy pepperoni and sausage, mushrooms, and extra cheese. If anything does happen today, we'll be ready," Assman chuckled before wolfing the slice down.
With a mouthful of pizza, Butt Boy smiled and saw something on the monitor. It looked like the usual 3 Beefsters were out and causing trouble again.
"Hey Assman, look. The convenience store monitor," he said, swallowing his pizza.
Assman enlarged the video and shook his head with a smile. The clerk was cowering behind the counter, not used to dealing with the 3 delinquents. Other than that, it appeared that the 3 were opening cases of beer and chugging them down like frat boys at a party.
"Well this'll be a piece of cake," he said wolfing down another slice of pizza.
He grunted and hefted himself up with a loud BRRAAAAPP! from his giant rear.
"Looks like a job for..." Assman started, grunting as he flexed his belly. His street clothes burst off his huge frame, leaving him in his tight suit. Jamming his mask down, he smiled, "Assman!"
Butt Boy smiled, enjoying the sight of his mentor bursting his clothes off. He pulled off his own ill-fitting clothes, revealing his own suit, "And Butt Boy!"
The two blubberous boys waddled out of the lair and mansion and then to the street. Assman wiped the sweat off of his forehead as Butt Boy joined him on the sidewalk. It was a rather busy afternoon on the streets so the sidewalks were crowded. A few fans pointed and smiled brightly, wondering if they should go up to the two.
"Well, Assman, we should..."
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