Nate drove his way into town. It was a hazy afternoon, and the rundown streets were relatively quiet. In the passenger seat of Drake's jeep, the statue began to push the chubby treasure hunter into his mid 40's, rolling over to 45, and 247 pounds.
As the statue changed, so did Drake. His wrinkled brow furrowed at the new thought.
'Man, I need a drink'
Earlier that day, a 33 year old Nate might have had the occasional beer, but now at age 45, he often drank scotch or whiskey, or anything that was strong. To his mind he had been an avid drinker since his early 40's.
Spotting a bar, he pulled over and got out the Jeep, picking up the Idol before shutting the door. As he walked to the bar, his new fat jiggled and bounced with every step, his hairy ass crack and man boob cleavage on display, his 42 inch hairy belly poking out of his shirt.
Shifting his weight from one leg to another, a musky fart escaped from his hairy taint inside his pants. He opened the door, walking into the bar.
As he walked to the counter, he saw a few heads turn his way. The bar was mostly filled with burly men around his age, most with there shirts off due to the heat, fat hairy guts on display.
"Whiskey please, and keep 'em coming", said Nate, sticking the statue along with a fat wad of pesos on the counter as he took his seat.
The bar tender raised his eyebrows in surprise, before pouring a drink.
"Rough day eh big guy?" he said.
"You could say that" said Nate, tapping his cigar over the ashtray. The statue quietly rolled up to 46 and 255. The bartender passed the glass over to the fat treasure hunter, who began to drink it down.
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