That question felt very ominous to David. Everything the large slob had told him appeared true, in spite of seeming completely crazy. What he had in front of his very eyes proved it. So indeed, what WAS going to happen to him? He couldn't see himself being reduced to the same state as Mitch, brainwashed by a simple puff of a cigar. And the men were intent on adopting poor saps like him and his friend that had unwittingly stumbled into their crazy world! That fat Francisco Fuzzychest guy seemed unfortunately correct. He was in a dire situation, alone and small and prey to the attentions of prospective fat daddies. Daddies that could brainwash him if they so wanted to. Yet without one of these obese protectors, he'd soon starve or live destitute. So perhaps...
No! David shook his head violently. No! He could not give up, not so easily! He was Mitch's only hope, after all! He had to do something! He was the sole one with a clear brain, goddam it! There WAS a way out! The elevator! Certainly if he and Mitch took it again rthey'd be back to normal. It had functioned one way so why not the other?
David pushed himself suddenly from Francisco Fuzzychest's hold and sprinted towards the store the rich fat snob had taken his friend to. The fat man looked at him in shock but was powerless to catch him. That was David's only advantage: the weight of these men prevented them from running decently after him. He was in just his shirt hanging loose like a dress but he paid no mind. He just had to grab Mitch and drag him to the elevator. Dodging these fat idiots would be easy. So he entered the fancy store, intent upon finding his poor hapless friend. He'd fight anyone anyway.