As you enter the tent that has the label TWELVE-TON CHARLIE you see it empty.
What the hell. Maybe the show hasn't started.
You see a spotlight with a chair and don't see any other place to sit so you head to the chair and sit down. Just as you do a curtain opens with a grand stand full of the fattest people you have ever seen.
What the hell? I thought this was one person that was a fat.
As you say that the old man comes in and starts a speech. He speaks for what seems to be an incredibly long time and then with a wave of his hand he says "And now I would like to introduce you to TWELVE-TON CHARLIE" He spins and waves his hand at you.
These blubber butts step down from the bleachers and line up. You go to get up but can't move. One by one each one comes up to you and puts their hands on you. The fat leaves their bodies and goes into you. It is horrifying, it is an exhilarating rush. Such a strange mixture of apprehension and desire. With each person leaving a mere stick of their former selves leaving their fat bodies in you. You want to push them away and still desire the next one.
As they empty out of the tent you realize you really are the TWELVE-TON CHARLIE waiting for your next show.