Obviously bum-rushing your chum - chum-rushing, if you will - wasn’t going to work. It was foolish to think that brute strength would get you anywhere. You are what they call a 7 stone slacker; “they” being the musclebound freaks that make up the delving crew. You’re lucky that you don’t have to get a job yet. No, you still have one golden year before your 20th. Sometimes, though, you think it wouldn’t be so bad to be a heavyweight. Someone big and heavy would have no trouble getting to their favorite hangout spots.

...Or something.

You begin to formulate a cunning plan.