You're washed off and dried vigorously, and despite the discomfort of being a fat pig you realise there's a strong chance you're going to win this. The other pigs, who you assume didn't used to be high school football players, don't compare to you in size and stature. For a brief moment, you're almost proud, before once again remembering the reality of the situation.
You're placed in a very small stall alongside the other pigs, ready to be judged. A well-dressed man wanders through the gangway, taking notes on a clipboard. Beau stands at his side, arms crossed and looking smug. There is little you can do other than sit and snort.
Not too long after, the man stands behind a podium, clearing his throat into a microphone. "And the results are..."