The Hulk Pill 5
by Jaypat
“Dude, you’re huge,” said Wes looking at Jacob.
“No, dude, you’re huge,” said Jacob looking at Wes.
Fuck, we were all huge, all 14 of us. No one had an arm that didn’t look like a pile of vein ridden boulders. No one didn’t have a pec shelf that was so fucking broad an entire family could shelter beneath it. No one didn’t have a back so incredibly thick and wide it would completely block most of the school cooridors. We were all a bunch of thick, undulating, muscle towers. And we loved it.
“Jeeze,” said Lewis, flexing his monster bicep, watching it bulge up to an unbelievable size and girth. He stared at it, “I wish I had a mirror so I could check all of me out.”
Then Wes suddenly shouted out, “The fucking locker room!”
Of course there were a couple of huge mirrors down there, but we didn’t have time for this. We had to go get Brad. I was going to say as much but I didn’t have the chance. There was a fucking stampede for the locker rooms. Man, the whole freaking building shook. I thought for a minute the entire thing was going to fall down around us.
The first guy actually tried to squeeze through the door, but the second guy piled right into him knocking him right through and taking most of the doorframe with him. Then it was a free-for-all as the rest of the guys charged through. I’m surprised the wall survived. Boz and I weren’t quite as mirror hungry as the rest of the guys, but then we’d had a few hours to get used to being muscle gods… Ok, forget I said that. You never get fucking used to this. It’s too fucking awesome.
By the time Boz and I got to the locker room, guys were trying to squeeze in front of the few mirrors that there were. It wouldn’t fit too many at once. Wes was just flexing and feeling his right bi, when Aaron grabbed him by the shoulder and litteraly through him across the room. “My turn,” he said. Fuck, Wes hit the cinderblock wall with a huge smack. There was an explosion of plaster and the wall almost fucking buckled. I kid you not; there was a huge depression in the wall about two feet deep. Wes stood up, shook himself free of debris and stared in disbelief at the cracked and tumbled cinderblocks.
“Holy shit!” he yelled. “Did you see what I did to that wall? And it didn’t hurt at all.”
“What do you mean you did it?” asked Aaron. “I’m the one who threw you into it.”
But Wes ignored him. Instead he reached over, grabbed a cinderblock, gave it a tug and ripped it right out of the damaged wall
“Whoa,” said Wes staring at the cement block in his fist. Then he proceeded to crush it to sand with his bare hands, his mammoth forearms writhing with thick undulating muscle. “Holy fuck!” he yelled, “Look what I can do! It feels awesome and it’s so easy, like a sand castle at the beach.”
And suddenly it was open season on the walls. Guys were ripping out cinderblocks and snapping them in half or crushing them or throwing them through other parts of the wall.
“Stop!” I yelled. “You guys are going to take the school apart!”
“So?” said Lewis. “It’s just they gym and I don’t think we really need it anymore.”
The other guys laughed.
“I didn’t ask you here so we could rip down the school,” I said. “We need to go after my brother before they do anything to him.”
“Is he like us?” asked Rick.
“Yup,” I said.
“Then what could they do to him?”
“I don’t know and I sure as hell don’t want to find out. We have to go get him.”
“Then can we rip down the school?” asked Lewis.
“Then you can do whatever you want,” I said.
“Good,” said Lewis. “I don’t like this school. People weren’t very nice to me here. I’d like to rip it down. I think I’d enjoy that.” Suddenly Lewis’s fist shot out and slammed into a cinderblock. He ripped it from the wall and placed it on his arm between his bicep and forearm. Then he slowly flexed his massive arm and watched as a titanium mountain grew out of it and crushed the cement block to dust against his mammoth bulging forearm. “Yeah, I think I’d like that a lot.”
“Well save it for later,” I said. “We gotta go.”
“We can’t go naked,” said Wes. “…or can we?” I think he was starting to like the idea. I nodded at Boz and he thundered from the room. We had raided Ritchie’s and Anthony’s houses for every bed sheet we could find and brought them with us. Boz had gone to get them.
I don’t think anybody really liked the makeshift loin cloths, but they were the best we could do. A couple of the guys decided not to wear them and go naked instead. They said they were having too much fun watching and feeling their massive cocks swinging around. Having experienced it a little myself, I found it was a point that was hard to argue.
And then we left. A couple of guys tried to use the door, but their shoulders were much too broad and their pecs and backs were just way too massive. They got jammed inside and eventually wound up destroying the door anyway. Most of the guys didn’t even bother with the door at all. They just smashed their way straight out through the nearest wall. I couldn’t believe the amount of damage they were causing. It was a wonder the school didn’t collapse right then and there.
And then when we got outside… A heard of elephants was probably quieter. By this time, it was the middle of the night, around 12:30 am,. I was pretty sure no one in the immediate vicinity was sleeping anymore.
“Look, there’s my car!” yelled Wes pointing toward this hunk-of-junk Toyota. The thing was at least 25 years old and looked like it had needed a paint job 10 years ago. “I hate my piece of shit car,” he said. “It smells like someone pissed in it, it’s always breaking down, and it looks like a Transformer crapped it out on a bad day.” He strode over to it and looked down at it, completely dwarfing the small car with his massive bulk.. “I’ll never fit in that again, and you know what? I don’t care. God, it’s so small it looks like a toy, a really crappy toy.” Then he lifted up his massive arm and with his insanely huge muscles bulging, brought his fist down on the roof of his car. There was an explosion of glass mixed with the sounds of tearing metal and fiberglass as the Toyota pancaked instantly.
“Fuck yeah!” yelled Wes, going into a most muscular. “I’m a fucking beast!” Then he reached over and grabbed the car with both hands and started laughing as he hoisted it up over his head. “Hey, Aaron, go long!”
Then Aaron ran, thundering down the street, cracking the asphalt and setting off car alarms. When he’d gotten about 50 yards away, Wes threw his car toward him. Aaron reached out his arms, but the car shot right over his head, and plowed into the building behind him. It cashed right through the wall leaving a gaping hole in the empty building.
“YEAH! FUCK YEAH!” yelled Wes, flexing and then punching the air punching the air. “I’m fucking unstoppable!” Good thing it was the middle of the night. If anyone had been inside there they might have gotten hurt.
“Hey, guys come on, don’t do this,” I said. “We’ve got a serious job to do.”
“We were just having some fun,” said Wes.
“Yeah? Well, I don’t want the cops after us,” I said. “At least not until after we got my brother.”
“Fuck the cops,” said Aaron. “What can they do to us?”
“I pretty sure we’re not bullet proof,” I said, and that shut him up.
Boz lead the way and we started walking toward the place where his brother worked and where my brother was being held. I have to say for 14 muscle giants, we were pretty quite. Sure we set off a lot of car alarms and every once in a while someone would “accidentally” kick an SUV through a building, but all in all the destruction was pretty minimal.
We even ran across this one guy by the side of the road with a flat. He was the first normal human being we’d seen since we left the school. He sort of froze when he saw us coming and started shaking. Couldn’t really blame him. We were pretty fucking awesome.
Jacob walked over and looked down at the guy who had apparently been struggling with some piece of shit jack. Jeeze the guy looked tiny. I mean he was a regular sized guy but he looked like a wispy midget next to Jacob’s massive frame.
“Need a hand with that, Bro?” said Jacob, not-so-subtly flexing his enormous thighs, making each enormous head ripple furiously under his skin. Damn, just one of Jacob’s thighs was bigger than the guy’s entire body… and I think the guy noticed. His mouth dropped open but I don’t think he could get any words out.
“Wait, Jacob,” I said. “Whatever you do, don’t touch him.”
“Don’t touch him? Why not?” asked Jacob.
“Cause if you touch him, he’ll get like us.”
“Seriously?” said Jacob. “You mean all I have to do it touch a guy and he’ll get huge?”
“Pretty much, but you’ll only be able to do it for about 24 hours, then it won’t work anymore.”
“Awesome!” said Jacob. And the rest of the guys thought it was awesome too. They were already making plans to change some of their friends and family members. Man, there were going to be an awful lot of us before the next 24 hours were up.
Jacob looked down at the guy again. “You got the lug nuts loose?” he asked.
The guys just nodded.
“Good,” said Jacob and he made a huge show of stretching his arms. He made every muscle in them writhe and bulge up for the guy, and I’m pretty sure Jacob was enjoying the show, too. Then with just his right index and middle fingers, he lifted up the front of the car so the tire was three feet in the air. The guy could have changed it standing up if he’d wanted, but he was just kneeling there, chin practically dragging on the ground and staring up at Jacob.
“Come on, dude, get a move on,” said Jacob. “It’s not heavy or anything, but I’ve got places to be.”
The guy suddenly seemed to remember the tire. He quickly removed the nuts and replaced the tire with the spare.
Then Jacob let the car down. “I’d get another jack if I were you. That thing’s useless,” he said.
The guy’s jaw dropped open a little farther as he nodded and then we got on our way again.
“Was that guy freaking or what?” asked Jacob.
“Oh yeah,” I said.
“That’s what I thought,” said Jacob, grinning. “I think I’m going to be freaking a lot of people from now on.”
“No question,” I said, thinking that with an arm as big around as the corner mailbox, I’d be doing my own share of freaking people out. I couldn’t wait.
It wasn’t much later that we arrived at our destination. I don’t know what I had been expecting, maybe chain link fences, barbed wire, guard dogs, but there wasn’t anything like that. I just looked like an ordinary office building. Of course ordinary with one notable exception: most office buildings were dark this time of night. This one had the lights on.
“Let’s go see who’s home,” I said. But we hadn’t taken 5 steps before the front doors flew open and out came about 30 guys with rifles.
“Get ‘em before they can shoot you!” I shouted.
“Yeah, that’s pretty fucking obvious,” said Wes, and we charged.
A couple of guards just dropped their guns and ran. Who could blame them? The sight of 14 8-foot tall, 1 ton muscle giants running at you has got to be pretty fucking terrifying.
On the other hand, from our side the view was fucking awesome! The guards looked like a scrimmage line of underfed grade school kids. We weren’t going to have any trouble plowing right through them. I almost felt like I was cheating. Just one of my massive striated pecs probably weighed more then any single guard in front of me. But then, they had the guns.
They managed to get off a volley before we got to them and Jared went down. Riddled with darts he looked like a pin cushion. But he was the only one of us they got. They fist guy I hit flew 30 yards at least. He wasn’t getting up. The second guy I just grabbed by the throat with one hand and lifted him right off the ground. Fuck, he didn’t weigh anything. Then I ripped the rifle away from him with my other hand and just bashed it on the ground, shattering it into pieces with just one blow. Fuck, I couldn’t believe how easily that thing broke apart. The guard was still struggling in my grasp but he was completely helpless. I have to say it was a trip. This guy was struggling as hard as he could and his greatest effort was barely registering with me. I could hardly feel it. Fuck, I was powerful.
The rest of the guys had taken out the other guards just about as easily. I’d say the fight lasted maybe 30 seconds. I dropped my guard and he scrambled away.
“Come on, guys,” I said, “let’s go get Brad!”
Then the front doors opened again. I had no idea what to expect this time, some kind of super secret ray gun? A tank? I had no idea. But what actually came out was Hank, Boz’s asshole brother and he had another guy with him. Hank had a bull horn in one hand and a hand gun in another. He raised the hand gun in the air and fired. We all stopped. That thing wasn’t loaded with any darts. He had bullets.
“Stop right there!” Hank called. Kinda unnecessary ‘cause we’d already stopped. “Don’t come another step,” he said.
“Yeah?” I called back. “Who’s going to stop us? I want my brother and you and that little pop gun of yours aren’t going to stop me.”
“I don’t need my little pop gun,” said Hank. “I’ve got something better.” And he held up a pill between his thumb and his forefinger.
“What’s that, a hulk pill?” I said laughing. “In case you haven’t noticed, there are 14 of us.”
“This isn’t just a hulk pill,” called Hank. “This is the SP51. You might call it a super hulk pill.”
Suddenly the guy next to him looked really, really worried. He grabbed Hank by the shoulder and said, “Hank, your not thinking of taking that, are you? It hasn’t been tested yet, not even in the lab!”
“Don’t worry about it, Roger,” said Hank. “These boys have shown just how well our nanotechnology works. And I’m sick and tired of people telling me what I can and can’t do.” Hank lifted up his hands and stared at them with a hungry gleam. “But soon I’ll be as big as a house, and all fucking muscle—all over my fucking body—so much muscle I can rip down a fucking mountain! Nobody’s going to tell me what to do then!” And Hank downed the pill.
“No,Hank don’t!” screamed Roger, but it was too late. I started to hear that rumbling and churning sound again coming from deep inside him, except it was getting louder and louder and soon it was a roar. “Oh yes,” he shouted, raising his arms and flexing them. “It’s starting. I can feel it starting!”
Roger backed away as Hank’s body began to vibrate. It was getting faster and faster. Beneath Hank’s rumpled shirt, I could see his pudgy body starting to solidify. His slight gut was shrinking and his saggy chest was beginning to firm up, lift, and push out. His sloping shoulders were bulging up into globes and I could see his back swelling wider behind him…
And then it stopped.
“That’s it?” said Aaron. “That’s the big scary super hulk pill?” he broke out laughing, and I could see why. Hank looked athletic and fit, but next to us he was nothing.
“You don’t understand,” said Roger. “It was designed to work in phases. This is just the first phase.”
“Yeah, right,” said Aaron.
“Don’t waste your breath, Roger,” said Hank, flexing and admiring the curve of his new bicep. “They’ll find out soon enou…” Suddenly his mouth dropped open and all the air seemed to rush out of him. Then he started breathing hard. Hs chest was heaving in and out, and holy crap! With each breath his shirt got tighter as his chest got bigger, pulling at the front, stressing the buttons. “Ahhh ahhhh arghhhhhhh!” he yelled and suddenly his shirt front ripped apart as two massive pecs burst into the open, swelling out over a huge set of cobblestone abs.
He ran his hand over his large marbled torso, grinned darkly and called, “You kids better run now, cause I’m just getting started.”
“You don’t scare me, pipsqueak,” said Aaron.
“Pipsqeak, am I” said Hank and then his muscles started getting larger, pushing out, and bulking up. God, I could see him stretching broader and broader. He flexed his arms and huge biceps blew up tight in his sleeve. I heard the cloth rip, saw tears open up as big, vein-ridden, sinewy mounds broke free.
“We’ll see who’s the pipsqueak,” he said running his hand over his huge bulging arm.
He was body builder big now, with huge muscles bulging out through his shredded shirt. But he was still a shrimp compared to us.
“Ha ha ha,” laughed Aaron. “You’re still a munchkin.” The Aaron strode over, grabbed Hank under the arms and lifted him up.
“Dude,” I said, “be careful. You don’t know how far this thing’s going to go.”
“You should listen to your friend,” said Hank. “ Ahh! ahHHHHHHHH!” he cried as behind him I could see his back erupting with muscle, huge slabs of it ripping free of the tattered cotton covering. He rolled and flexed his bowling ball shoulders which finished off his shirt with one last rip.
“Aaron, put him down!” I said.
And Aaron did. “Ok, ok,” he said, “Don’t get your diaper in a twist.”
“It won’t save you,” said Hank, breathing hard. Fuck, he was still bulking up, getting thicker “YES!” he yelled as his waste band burst apart, ripped asunder by heaving, swelling brick-like abdominals. And oh my God, he was getting taller. His pant cuffs were rising up along his legs until they were suddenly torn to pieces as massive calves the size of basketballs. His pants legs exploded into shreds, releasing mammoth quads which continued to expand until they reached an unbelievable size.
“So what if he does get to be a super hulk?” said Aaron. “I touched him which means I get to be a super hulk too, right? And I can touch all of you guys so we’ll all get to be super hulks.”
“Doesn’t work that way,” said Hank gasping. “The super hulk effect doesn’t spread…
Ahhhh! AHHHHHHHH!” he yelled! Crap, he was just shooting up as his muscles just kept blowing up with the rest of him. His pecs were growing into two gigantic globes of flesh, sticking out about two feet in front of him and overshadowing eight muscle-boulder abs, which were rippling out of his stomach. His back spread out behind him wider and wider and wider and impossibly thick. And his legs were becoming two monstrous pillars, as thick around as an oil drum, with all the massive muscle groups visibly writhing and twisting with the slightest move. And every vein, every striation of every muscle group was clearly defined beneath his skin. Crap, it was happening a lot faster this time.
“I’m a fucking monster!” he shouted and flexed. And he was right. His upper arms were gigantic, defined, vein ridden masses. The shoulders above them were ponderously huge segmented globes. His forearms were huge blocks of solid ripped muscle leading up to heavy fists. He was definitely as big as any of us.
“We can still take him,” said Aaron.
“You think so?” said Hank. “Then watch this.” And then he started growing again. He started to get taller and as he did it was like muscles began exploding up all over him, huge bulbous masses of power, erupting everywhere. There wasn’t a muscle on his body that didn’t became overwhelmingly massive, growing thicker, heavier, bigger, stretching out under his skin while his frame grew wider and taller. His body just seemed to be blowing up impossibly huge in every dimension. And he had this huge grin on his face as he watched himself explode with insane size and power. “Who’s the fucking pipsqueak now?” he yelled, laughing.
Holy crap! He had to be over 12 feet tall, weighing more than 3 tons. The fucking size of him… He was a fucking skyscraper.
Then, with one mighty arm, he reached out, his mammoth triceps forming a gargantuan horseshoe. He bent over, grabbed Aaron with one massive hand and lifted him up. His biceps, now bigger than my torso and with cable-like veins running all over them, barely stressed. As he stood up, I saw him rise up and up and up, until he was a monstrous tower of muscle, standing on thighs as big around as giant redwoods, each head sharply defined under his skin.
“You think you’re so big,” he called down to us in a booming voice. “You’re nothing compared to me, nothing!”
I looked up at him, this inhumanly massive muscle god that moments ago had been Boz’s older brother. I’d felt huge before but now I felt like a little kid next to this guy. He was over 15 feet tall, there was no question. One of his abs, for God’s sake, was bigger than a car tire. And he had ten, boulder like abs leading down from that twin fucking wrecking ball chest to his groin. And fuck, all of his anatomy had grown proportionately. His cock was about half the width of a telephone pole and hung down nearly to his knee.
Shit, I wasn’t sure what to think or what to expect, but then I heard that rumbling churning sound again.
“Fear me, pipsqueaks,” yelled Hank, “’cause here I grow again!” Then he took a stride forward, but it wasn’t quite a stride. He thighs were growing so massive, they were colliding with each other and he started rocking side to side to move. So his stride kind of turned into a waddle.
“Ah, yes,” said Hank, “I can feel it. I’m still getting bigger!” And he was. His back was getting so incredibly wide with giant tectonic plates of muscle, it was forcing those fucking sequoia arms of his out further and further from his sides. In seconds they were at 45 degrees, bending outward from shoulders the size of a refrigerator.
I’m not sure what happened but somehow he dropped Aaron. Hank bent over to try and pick him up again. But he had to swing his entire trunk to get his massive arms to go where he wanted them to go and his biceps and forearms had gotten so incredibly humongous that he couldn’t bend his arms much—which made his attempts at grabbing Aaron really clumsy. Aaron was having no trouble dodging him.
“What’s the matter, big guy?” called Aaron. “Am I too much for you?”
Hank snarled and changed his tactics. Now it looked like he was trying to step on Aaron. But by this time, his thighs were the size of a small car, his calves were about half that and he was having trouble bending his knees. His arms were almost sticking straight out at his sides, due to his expanding continental back, and he could barely see over his two huge mountainous pecs which were continuing to erupt to an ungodly size.
“Hey, come here and give me a hand,” Aaron called to me. I saw what he had in mind, and I ran out to help him. He ran to one giant leg and I ran to the other. Fuck, his leg alone had to weigh twice what I did, and he was trying to kick me. But he wasn’t very fast and dodging it was easy—if you could call it dodging. All I really had to do was step to the side.
“So much for the super hulk pill,” said Aaron, “pathetic.” And I had to agree with him. We each grabbed one monolithic leg and shoved. Hank’s monumental arms flailed for a second, but he lost the balance war pretty quickly and crashed to the ground with an earthshaking thud. All he could do now was rock back and forth on his huge, thick back, while his massive arms and legs wobbled helplessly in the air.
“Wait til I get up from here!” Hank yelled. “I’ll crush you all!”
“Yeah right,” sneered Aaron, and he reached over grabbed Hank’s foot and gave it a shove. Hank started spinning like a mammoth muscle top. “Enjoy the ride, freak,” said Aaron.
“Now, let’s go get my brother,” I said. And we started toward the building.
“Wait, wait,” came a voice. “Don’t trash my building!”
We looked down and there was Roger. Boy, that guy had some balls. “Why shouldn’t we,” I said.
“I’ll make you a deal,” said Roger.
“No deals with these punks,” came Hank’s voice from behind.
“Shut up Hank!” said Roger. “Now what I had in mind is this. We’ll bring your brother and his friend out to you. All you have to do is let us neutralize the nanobots still inside you.”
“Does that mean we won’t be able to spread them?” asked Aaron.
“Exactly,” said Roger.
“No deal,” said Aaron, and most of the other guys seemed to agree with him.
“Ok,” said Roger, “But keep in mind there are still a few guards left, and they’ve all got rifles. Once you’re inside the building and in those narrow corridors your size is going to get in the way and your strength won’t help you much.”
“We won’t let that stop us,” I said. “We’ll get Brad.”
“Sure,” said Roger, “You’ll probably find his brother in the end, but not before we’ve picked a few of you off.”
Then got Aaron really mad, and for a second I though he was going to drop kick Roger into the next county. But I put my hand on his shoulder and said, “Huddle. Come on, let’s huddle.”
And we all gathered around in a group wrapped our hands around each other’s shoulders and put our heads together.
“We can’t do it,” said Aaron. “What about Ben Nickerson. He’s not here. He’d kill himself if he missed this.” And the others piped in too. They each knew a guy or two they thought we should change.
“Dudes,” I said, “We’ve got to go along with their plan. I don’t want anyone of you getting hurt. Besides, I said, “I’ve got an ace up my sleeve he doesn’t know anything about.”
There was a chorus of objections. “Calm down,” I said. “Trust me on this. I got you covered. For now we do what they say. That way, I’ll get my brother back, no one will get hurt and all our friends can still get huge, ok?”
It took a little more convincing, but eventually they went along with it. We arraigned it so we’d get the shots one at a time. That we could all watch each other’s backs. When we were half way through with the shots, they brought out Ritchie and when the last of us had our shot they brought out Brad. They were both still sound asleep, but we didn’t have any trouble carrying them.
Since Ritchie’s parents were out of town we decide to take them there. It would be a lot easier than explaining to my mom why her two sons were now 8 feet tall, weighed a ton each and had muscles so mammoth that they needed their own zip codes.
By the time we’d dropped off Brad and Ritchie the sun was rising and morning had come.
“Ok you’ve got your brother back,” said Aaron. “How are we going to make the other guys grow?”
“Simple,” I said pulling out my cell phone and doing my best to punch out a number with my giant fingers.
“Mike,” I said, when he answered the phone. “Are you all right?”
“I’m fucking fantastic,” said Mike.
“You grew, didn’t you? Huge?”
“Pretty fucking huge,” he said. “How did you know?”
“I’m coming over,” I said. “I’ll tell you when I get there. In the mean time, don’t go anywhere and most especially, whatever you do, don’t touch anyone.”
Well, of course I had to tell Mike why he couldn’t touch anyone, and all about the nanobots that were running around inside him, and how had he caught them off me the night before when we were working out.
And what do you think was the first thing he did when he hung up? He ran in and woke up his little brother, David. Shook him gently by the shoulder. That’s all it took
Mike was only too happy to visit any guy we asked him to. Some guys were told what was going to happen to them and some guys got a massive surprise.
David spent the day hanging with his friends at the mall. Around noon time they hit the food court. David started eating and didn’t stop. His friends spent the afternoon watching David shovel down food as he slowly grew taller and his muscles bulged up and tore out of his clothes.
By dinnertime David was benching the family SUV.
And David’s friends… Well, dinnertime at their houses consisted largely of their parents remarking how healthy their sons’ appetites were that evening.
And on it went.
Eventually, of course, people began to notice. The government was called in and Roger’s company was quickly identified as the culprit. The press had a field day. That’s when we found out that the process was testosterone dependent. Women and young kids were virtually immune. And old guys, the effect was much less pronounced in them. Teenagers seemed to get the biggest. Well, I could have told you that.
At first they tried to quarantine the county, but that fell apart pretty quick. It wasn’t that they couldn’t keep us in. The problem was keeping all the other people out. Guys were flocking in from all over hoping to get bit by the bots, as they started to call it. It wasn’t long before cases started popping up in other parts of the state, and then shortly after in other states. When the first international case showed up, that’s when they gave up. They knew they had lost.
They began to focus their efforts on rebuilding the infrastructure to support a much larger human being. In fact, there’s so much construction going on right now, building bigger buildings, larger cars, and wider roads that the recession has been wiped away and we’re now experiencing an economic boom.
I can’t help smiling when I think back on Boz’s words. They seem almost psychic now. “Every guy should be like us,” he’d said. And now… Well, now they were.
END