Drake looked down the deep crevice of his pecs, trying to see his feet below. It was in vain. Despite the great depth of the cleft of his chest, his torso still jutted out too far. He could barely make out the outer sweep of his monstrous thighs - even had he been able to see past his huge pecs, the tree-like thighs below would still have prevented him from seeing his socks. Desperate, he sat on the floor, a complex process, given the size of his 600-pound body.
There was a knock on the door.
Crap! He had forgotten that Pat, an old friend from high school, was coming to visit today.
Drake's mind raced. He didn't want Pat to see him like this - explanations might be difficult. Then again, if he didn't stop this soon, he wouldn't even be able to move anymore, which would be even more difficult to explain.
"Coming!" he bellowed, in a deep voice.
It took some effort, but finally he managed to rise from the floor, and shuffle to the door. He turned the lock and opened the door. There was Pat, whose eyes widened in shock upon seeing what stood in the doorway.