Max was in the backyard digging a hole for his new grill. Sunlight glistened off the sweat on his powerful shoulders and hard, round stomach. He was making short work of the task. He had only started a half hour ago and was already a third of the way through. Stopping to wipe his brow, he thought of all the things he'd be able to cook in the grill when it was finished. His mouth was already watering at the thought of being able to roast twenty chickens at once. Cooking a proper Thanksgiving meal would be a cinch, since at least 5 full sized turkeys could fit easily. He'd even be able to fit an entire pig into it! He could invite his buds over for the best barbecues in the world!
His stomach rumbled, wanting to be fed again even though he'd eaten two large sandwiches right before starting. His stomach would have to wait, though, since Max wanted to make a little more headway before he took a break. Leaving his fantasy, Max picked up the shovel and plunged it into the ground.
THUD!
His shovel hit something, which was strange, since there weren't any large trees nearby and Max knew that the gas and plumbing lines were on the other side of the yard. Getting down on his hands and knees, Max cleared the dirt away to reveal...
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