In a ruin that appeared to be that of an old house lay Tai Lung, his body covered in with numerous bandages, brooding about his humiliating defeat. How could he, Tai Lung, the most feared warrior in China, be defeated by a big, fat, clumsy panda? He was somewhat glad that everyone thought he was dead, or else the scandal would have been more painful then his wounds.
He took a sip of his herbal tea that was boiling on the crude fire, and almost gaged on the taste, but he managed to swallow it down.
He lied back, still thinking of a way to reclaim, but still have vengeance, his honor. An strange idea then came to him; Po, the clumsy panda, was only able to defeat him because of his fat. If he had not have had that, he would have been able to paralyze him a long time ago. And another thing cam into realisation; the panda's weight had a effect has well.
The plan he had was so silly that it made laugh, but he was thinking of fattening himself up to match the so-called Dragon Warrior. And the more stranger thing was that he had quite a few ways how to do it.
The first plan was to recruit himself into a sumo wrestling club, where he not only could get big and fat but maintain his strength and fitness.
The second plan was to go to a goat-shaman that lived somewhere up high in the moantians that where fabled for her witchcraft. She would surely have a spell or two to fatten himself up.
The third and final plan was to steel a herbal-scroll that was hidden somewhere in a library. According to some healers, it had a recipe that could increase the amount of calories in any food source by tenfold.
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