An ocean of 'muscle'

The next morning, you head back to Alberts house, ringing the doorbell furiously. How and when did this happen? How did Albert suddenly go from all mountain of muscle to mountain of lard? After a while, you feel the tremors of his footsteps as he approaches, opening the door and peering out. "What do YOU want?" he says irritably, obviously not pleased to see you. "Albert, what the heck happened to you!?" yoou say, as you try to force your way in, you manage to see around him just enough to glimpse into his house, seeing a pile of empty pizza boxes before Albert pushes you back. "Nothings wrong, are you here to apologize?" he says in a demanding tone, "What?" you say in astonishmant, "Look at you! Your huge!" you say. Albert raises his arms apparently flexing. "Yeah, or course, what did you expect?" he bends and grunts posing like a body builder, but looking more like a sumo who'd long passed the super heavyweight limit. "Seriously, your almost a ball, how many pizza's have you eaten?!" you say, and Albert gives you a snarl, "I TOLD YOU I'M NOT FAT!!!" he yells, "GET LOST!" hand he pulls himself back before thrusting his gut out, knocking into you like a wrecking ball, sending you flying.

You land, dazed, hearing Albert slam the door. Looking up, you seen he's catapulted you all the way out to the sidewalk. Your stunned, not by the distance, but by the apparent denial that Albert is in, and the sheer amount of pizza he is apparently ordering. However, you don't feel like he's in the mood to discuss this, if anything he's likely to crush you if you try questioning him. But something is definatly up, and yo need to find out what. But who can you talk to?

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