"DAD!!" Choji ran screaming in to the house. He was sobbing uncontrollably.
"What's wrong, Son?" Chouza asked, concerned.
"P..People make f...fun of m..m...me for being f...f...FAT!!" Choji wailed.
"Son," Chouza rested his hand on his son's back. "When I was your age, I weighed THREE HUNDRED pounds!" He said proudly.
"R...rea...Really?" Choji asked, still sniffling.
"Yes. But today, I tip the scale at 298. That's not bad for a man my age!" He finished.
His wife came into the room. "You mean it took you that long to lose TWO POUNDS?" she remarked.