You and Trevor run into a big man at the hotel entrance. He stands in the doorway blocking your entrance.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" he asks with a Midwestern twang.
"We just want to go into the hotel, so if you don't mind?" Trevor said trying to squeeze between the man and the door.
"Well, actually, I think your friend might make a good spokesman for the Dairy Council. Good wholsome features, and all. What dya say kid, want to be on TV? Oh, and I'm sure we can find a place for your friend too," the big man adds.
"I'm a bit queasy. So maybe later?" you say.
"Nonsense, come with me. The Dairy Council has a villa at the resort, and there's plenty of room for both of you," the man insists lowering his strong arms across your and Trevor's back he leads you toward the villa.
"A villa, huh? Neat!" says Trevor.
You feel a bit weird as your pecs seem swollen and heavy, but you go along with them. Your nuts draw up against your body and you shiver, but for some reason you feel safe with the big man and Trevor.
"You really think I could be a spokesman for Milk? You mean I'd do ads like "Milk it does a body good?"" you ask.
"Sort of, actually, I was thinking of you for the Cheese ads," the man says.
"I thought you guys used talking cows for the Cheese ads," Trevor asked.
"Well, we've decided to replace Bossy in the ads--she was getting too bossy, if you know what I mean," the big says squeezing their shoulders and glancing at the red balloon, which seems to be looking less cow shaped and more human shaped.