Chuck approached the pair, glad that they seemed friendly, when one of them started to go on about the funk and dancing and disco. He looked japanese too. And he just wouldn't stop dancing. It was pretty wierd. "Hey, I'm glad there's people around but why are you dancing? Like, now and with no music? Anyway my name's Chuck, Chuck Ford, anyone know where we're at or what's going on?". As he was saying this, he noticed that a girl was offering her jacket to another one for whatever reason. Well that just didn't sit right with him, not when he had a coat he could lend instead.

"No, please, take mine, I insist" he said in what he hoped was a friendly tone, not realizing that he currently looked like some hardened delinquent. As he quickly took his long, flowing coat off and held it out in his hand, he looked down and realized that even though he was still about the same size as he used to be, his flabby body had been replaced with thick muscle to match a pro wrestler's. He also realized that he had no shirt underneath the coat. "Whooooaaaaa, I'm ripped! And I have no shirt on but who cares, I'm ripped! This is awesome! Look at me, I look like a heavyweight champ!" he mouthed off, not really caring what others thought about him for the moment though he was still holding his coat out for one of the girls to take.