"There's a gym across the street," Cliff said, "You could try to work off the extra poundage."
"I guess I could" John said. So John exited the building and went to the gym. He paused at the front of it and gazed at its name. 'Toon Land gym. The fat loser excersise palace'. "What a funky name" John muttered to himself. When he entered the building he gasped. The gym had 5 levels and each level had to be 50 feet long and 30 feet wide and covered with all sorts of fitness machines. After his amazement John went to the registry counter and was shocked yet again to see who was there.
"What do you want!" grunted the gorilla that was at the counter.
"I-I'm here to register t-to become a member of t-this gym" John stuttered.
"Here," the gorilla grunted as he handed John some papers, "fill these out and then just leave them on the desk. I'm due for a coffee break" With these words the gorilla stomped out of the room and into the "Employee's Only" section. John filled out the papers with pen that happened to be on the counter. Then he left the papers on the counter and started to work out. He started with the treadmill. Then he went to one thing to another. After his fourth workout on one of the machines he looked down to look at his belly. His belly had already decreased halfway. Also, his thighs and but were getting firmer too. Then he looked at his arms and legs. They were finally showing more muscle again. There was still a bit of fat there, of course. Then he started to lift weights. While he was doing this he could feel a little bit of pressuer building in his stomach. He ignored it and soon enough, it stopped. But the pressure did not go away. It stopped building, yes, but the pressuer could still be felt within John's stomach. Because of this Joh was forced to work hardedr to get thje same results. While doing a few more excercise things, the pressure still built and stopped, built and stopped. Finnaly, because of the tremendous pressure, he decided to go on the track and jog a bit (hey, the place is big enough, right?). This is where the pressure went to its peak. John felt so much pressuer now that instead of burping or farting, he was going to burst (he had to go to washroom really bad)! He quickly found a cheetah named Charlie and asked him where the nearest bathroom was.
"Oh,"Charlie said, "the nearest washrooms are by the lap pools (okay, its a little more than "just" a gym) on floor 5." Unfortunately, the lap pool was on the other side of the building and all the way on floor five while John was on floor 1. He quickly ran as fast as he could up stairs and across halls and even knocking people down. As he was hurrying to the washrooms he could feel the pressure building and his stomach gurgling. Even when he saw the sign 15 feet in front of him that said, "Washroom", he still didn't think he would make it.
"Ulp!" John said, "I'm gonna burst! I'm not gonna make it!"