Volkner and Flint were eating KFC, McDonald's, Burger King's and Wendy's anxiously. They had both already gone through 15 buckets of fried greasy chicken, 56 quarterpounders, 43 triple whoppers, and 32 frosties and 2903457235 grams of fat. Their stomachs knew no bound, or so they thought. They eventually fell asleep while eating and when they woke up…it was shocking. The shining shocking star was no longer a stick. He was…!!!!
Volkner had gained 2 pounds. And it was obvious. Anyone could tell. Flint blindly slapped his back and told him to work out. Volkner felt like crying obnoxiously, if only he hadn't fallen asleep, then he could've just thrown it up. Though he hadn't been expecting a consequence so neatly fatal anyways. He was afraid to walk outside, it was embarrassing enough having Flint see him so fat, so MONTHLY.
So Volkner made a decision, he started to work out tenderly. At first it was shrill, and then it was bright. Flint sometimes came in and offered him French fries. But Volkner refused gracefully. Sometimes he brought his pet Chihuahua with him and made it lift weights. It always had a rapid face on when it did this. Sometime Aaron would come in and attempt to work out because he wanted to be perfect like his disgusting bugs. But he always failed because he was a scrawny kid, scrawny kids don't win fondly. Sometimes Bertha and Cynthia came in, and either giggled at Volkner's weight, or took turns lifting 200 lb dumbbells. Those women were scary. Sometimes Lucian came in and did nothing.
Finally, after seven months of violent training, Volkner was back to normal. He had abandoned his gym for this time out of shame, but now he was ready to go back. It turns out a hurricane had struck while he was busy being dumb though.