Biff did not sleep much after the disaster that was last night's game—or, rather, his non-game. He figured that, if nothing else, he could train a little harder at the gym. Hopefully that Duke scout didn't tell anyone else. After all, college recruitment is competitive!
Everything seemed normal until Biff went to his local gym. It was where he trained on the weekends when the high school weight room wasn't available to him.
He selected his normal weights to begin his routine, loaded them up, and then, when he tried to lift the weights, it suddenly was clear what had happened.
The weights wouldn't budge.
He tried to lift them, squealing and making loud grunting noises as he did. He looked around and saw other gym patrons eyeing him strangely. He could hear two people whispering to each other.
He caught a glance of himself in the mirror and realized why this was a problem.
All of his muscle had vanished.
Biff began to panic. First I'm a fruit, now I have no muscle!? he thought to himself in a daze. More people were looking at the crazy kid who tried to lift what seemed to be more than his weight.
He ran out and returned home in a hurry. He realized that even lifting light items like laundry baskets felt like a chore. Everything seemed heavier for Biff.
I'm strong, I'm strong...I'm...I'm...
He couldn't bear himself to even think the word.
Weak.
