The mayor smiled and pat Sam on the back. "Good choice," he remarked, nodding happily. He looked Sam up and down critically, and Sam just stood there smiling, and looking around the room awkwardly. What was the mayor thinking now?
"You've got the height, and you do have a good build. But you're gonna have to put on a lot of weight though. Our guys here are simply massive, especially the linemen - big guts, thighs like oak trees, butts the size of buses... You'll need a lot more weight and muscle. Of course, here in Testosterton we can help you achieve the right gains - get you that power butt, the super-sprint thighs, the massive arms and the big anchoring belly. I'd say, as a minimum, you should count on doubling your weight - more if you want to be a lineman. But football is a lot of fun - grappling all those other big guys, the team spirit, the team meals. Up to you of course," Mayor Tomas said, opening a drawer in his desk.
Sam looked at the mayor as things were described to him. That certainly was sounding appealing... He'd get to be big and powerful. Possibly famous if he played his cards right. Though the mayor said he'd have to double his weight...
"How fast can you guys help me double my weight?" Sam asked. The mayor picked up a folder from a wall of information.
"Here's some information from the league for prospective players," Mayor Tomas said. "There are stats and photos of some of the players, a league schedule, and contacts for the coaches and...
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