A young man's working out in the gym. Lifting weights, waiting to get huge himself. He scrutinises himself after seeing others sport more impressive builds. He looks at himself and feels scrawny.
He talks to a friend, who looks bigger than him.
'Alan, I wish I could get big like you.'
'Rick...are you okay?'
Alan shirks away, getting intimidated by Rick's pose. He continues to go near him.
'Alan, I just want to get bigger.'
Alan cowers.
'Can't you stop looking at me!'
He backs away, respecting the bigger man.
He continues to lift weights and run on treadmills. He later watches Alan practise savate though the latter seems annoyed. Nonetheless he keeps his distance and respects him, watching the fight.
He cheers when he won.
'You did it Alan! You did it!'
'Thanks Rick.' As he shies away.
Later they out went jogging together. Rick gets exhausted, panting a lot.
'Alan! Whoa.. you're going too fast.'
Alan stops, looking at him and getting him.
'Sorry, I beg your pardon.'
'You're going too fast. Don't run.'
'I'm sorry sir.'
'Yeah, I forgive you.'
Rick points at a restaurant.
'Let's go there.'
The two men order together.
'I'll order some sandwiches, fries and fizzy drinks.'
'Rick...we don't have enough money and don't raise your voice.'
'C'mon...aw man.' As he lowers his voice.
They dine but Alan gets distracted.
'Rick! Don't eat too sloppily.'
Rick responds and then cleans his mouth with a tissue paper.
They take a nice long break by hanging out at malls. They head to a store to find clothes. Alan looks at his wallet, there are still thousands but looks at the price tags of cheaper clothes. Then he gives money to Rick.
'I have 2000 for you. Spend it wisely.'
'Sure Alan.'
They split up. Alan buys big, cheap clothes. Rick buys what he's told, going for similarly cheap stuff. They line up at the counter and pay for it, leaving with bags.
Rick starts going to the room, seeing all the mannequins staring at him. He starts panicking a lot, screaming then Alan comes to him.
'What's bothering you, Rick?'
'The ghosts! I can't stand them anymore!'
'You say there are ghosts?'
'The ghosts, the ghosts are on the faces of the mannequins' then he stomps 'they're always bothering me!'
Then they move away from the store, hanging out in the cinemas watching a film where they eat their popcorn until the movie finishes.
'Rick, you're making things up with the ghost stuff.'
'I swear, Alan, I see ghosts!'
'Then we're leaving.'
The men leave the theatre, Rick goes home only to discover the mannequin staring at him and then he throws a book at it.
Alan goes to his house, discovers what he did.
'Did you throw a book at me?'
'The mannequin kept on staring at me.'
'Rick, you better cut it out and you're imagining things.'
'Alan, this is serious I see that stupid ghost staring at me again.'
'Then you stop!'
Alan decides to stay in his house, keeping an eye on him.
'Fair warning, Rick you better not make it up this time! I'm serious about it!'
'The ghosts, the ghosts of those mannequins are bothering me again!'
'Will you cut it out?'
Alan spends the night awake, keeping an eye on him even as he sleeps until he sees a mannequin going near him then he runs away, Rick wakes up and throws a book at the mannequin.
'Rick, you're right the mannequin's out to get us!'
The two men escape the house, the mannequin keeps on chasing them until the two head to a bookstore for safety.
'The coast's clear.'
'You're right, the mannequin keeps on chasing us.'
The mannequin's never to be found, Rick burns those bodybuilding magazines never to be reminded of that mannequin chasing him.
