![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gleb“You know what your problem is?” she was saying. “Pardon my French, but you’re too fat.” Katz looked at her in quiet wonder. “Excuse me?”
“You’re too fat. You should have lost weight before you came out here. Shoulda done some training, ’cause you could have like a serious, you know, heart thing out here.”
“Heart thing?”
“You know, when your heart stops and you like, you know, die.” “Do you mean a heart attack?”
“That’s it.”
Mary Ellen, it should be noted, was not short on flesh herself, and unwisely at that moment she leaned over to get something from her pack, displaying an expanse of backside on which you could have projected motion pictures for, let us say, an army base.
“You’re too fat. You should have lost weight before you came out here. Shoulda done some training, ’cause you could have like a serious, you know, heart thing out here.”
“Heart thing?”
“You know, when your heart stops and you like, you know, die.” “Do you mean a heart attack?”
“That’s it.”
Mary Ellen, it should be noted, was not short on flesh herself, and unwisely at that moment she leaned over to get something from her pack, displaying an expanse of backside on which you could have projected motion pictures for, let us say, an army base.
