You need the cash for the Wishing Powder. You know better then asking Mike for money. He'll have you licking his toes for 2 bucks, let alone 25 bucks. But you really want that Wishing Powder. You bravely decide to ask Mike for the money when he gets home. He might want you to clean his bedroom, but you're willing to do it.
About an hour later you hear Mike's big red truck pull into the driveway and a few seconds later you hear him burst through the side door and call out," Anybody home?!"
"I'm here," you call back.
You hear Mike kick off his shoes and open the fridge door and a can being opened. A couple of seconds later you hear him climbing the stairs and standing in your door way with a smile. Mike's wearing his usual summer clothes, some black shorts and a big white wife beater t-shirt that barely contains his huge belly which is looking a heck of a lot bigger. You're not really a fan of wife beater shirts yourself, but it makes Mike very intimidating, epically with his chest hair peeking out and his arms looking bigger.
"Hey little bro," Mike says walking closer and bends down and gives you a hug.
"Hey big bro," you smile and hug with all your strength.
"I see the past few months have done little to you," Mike grins and pokes your abs.
"Hey!" you flinch," Can't say the same to you."
"That's for sure," Mike smiles and slaps his belly," I must weigh twice as much as you by now."
"You're 320?!" you ask stunned.
"Ok, 25 pounds to go," Mike jokes and rubs his belly.
"You're looking foreword to when you're bigger then Dad and Uncle Ben aren't you?" you ask.
"Of course," Mike smiles," it felt good to pass Uncle Jerry, but next is Uncle Phil. Then there's you."
"I know," you sigh," the runt of the family."
"It'll come," Mike encourages giving your back a pat," you'll see."
"Thanks man," you smile," by the way, can I borrow some money?"
"How much?" asks Mike putting his hands on his hips."
"25 bucks," you answer looking up at your 295 pound brother.
Does he accept?