Duckbar

Wilbur had two weeks to get into shape for the cruise. He went to the local gym to procure a membership. The attendant at the front desk was intimidating, to say the least. He towered over Wilbur not only in stature, but in confidence as well. ?Welcome to Bill?s Gym! What can I help you with, puny man?? Wilbur looked around nervously at all the hardbodies lifting weights and using assorted gym equipment. He felt as if he could breathe in all the calories that they were burning off. ?I would like to become a member of the gym, please. How much does it cost?? The attendant, who had become intrigued with his own massive left bicep, turned his gaze back to Wilbur, looking him up and down. ?More than you can afford, puny man.?