[Jared, an awkward teenager, walks into his high school gym. There is a large banner hanging above him reading "HIP HOP DANCE GROUP AUDITIONS TODAY." He takes a deep breath and walks into the gym. He nods and smiles to a group of intimidating guys sitting at a long table, looking at him skeptically.]
JARED: Hello, my name is Jared Fogle, and I am going to dance to--
FLYBOY 1: Wait. Are you telling me you think you can be a part of the Flyboyz?
JARED: Yes, sir. I've been working very hard on my dancing and--
FLYBOY 2: Look, Jerry--
JARED: It's Jared.
[The Flyboyz laugh]
FLYBOY 2: Whatever, man. Look. We don't take tubbies into our group.
JARED: Well that's really not fair. I can dance as well as anyone and--
FLYBOY 3: It doesn't matter, lardass. Now find the exit.
[A look of disappointment, restrained anger, and pity flashes across Jared's face. The Flyboyz laugh. He walks away, clenching his fists with a look of determination on his face.]
JARED: I'll show them. I'll show all of them. Weight can be lost and my talent will last forever. They'll be sorry for how they treated me when I go on a diet and become the best hip hop dancer they've ever seen...
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