The coach spoke up, “They can haul their own luggage.”
The big bellhop replied almost instantly. “Beggin’ your pardon, but no way, sir!” He went on with a smile. “The first duty of skinny dweebs like your boys here at Vista Gordo is to eat and get big. Leave the heavy hauling to the muscle heads like us.”
He flexed one mighty bicep, while the other two bellhops posed, tensing their massive pecs and thighs and nodding in agreement. “First your boys have got to put on some weight. Then they get to work out and join us in the strength department!”
“Hey, who you calling a dweeb?” demanded Mike, stepping up to the leader of the bellhops. He inflated his chest as much as he could, and looked the leader straight in the eye. Although their eyes were the same height, Mike was distinctly aware that the bellhop was bigger - much bigger - than he. Still, it wouldn’t be the first time Mike had taken on somebody bigger...nobody was going to call him a dweeb.
“You, skinny boy!” replied the big bellhop. He put his big hand in the middle of Mike’s chest and pushed hard, and Mike was flung back a few feet into his friends. “But there’s no need to fight over it! We’ve already discovered how great it is to be big - now it’s your turn. Just follow your coach into the feeding zone and you can get started on leaving the dweebzone behind!”
Mike pulled himself up, and stood glaring at the big bellhop. Scott grabbed him from behind and said, “C’mon Mike, it’s not worth it. Let’s go eat!”
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