Fred was thinking. He'd built himself up from flabby middleaged guy to a muscle bear, pretty much exchanging placed with Brady. The big muscled Brady was still big but with much less muscle and much more flab. Brady was oblivious to the change but his friends - muscle frieaks all - were noticing. These friends were addicted to growing big muscles but of different body types. Jake was tall and lean. Lance was shorter more of a fireplug and Ivan had a big gut along with big muscles.
"I'm bulking." Brady retorted in between bites. "You can't get strong without fuel. Ask Ivan. You want to give up that tank?"
Ivan just chuckled and helped himself.
"He's got a point, guys. I didn't get to be the muscle god you see before you by skipping meals."
Fred sensed an opportunity.
"Jake." he offerred. "Looks like my workout partner has lost his focus here. How about you and me do some lifting."
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