Brian thought he might have identified the wrong person, so he looked again at the chubby kid, munching on a pile of indistinguishable stuff in a basin, and asked, "Are you Pier, with a dwarf brother, the eight-year-old Pier?"
The chubby kid looked at Brian and swallowed hard, "Yes, it's me."
His voice did sound like a child's, albeit rougher.
Looking at Pier who was tall and burly, weighing at least three hundred pounds, Brian really wanted to ask him, "Did you grow up on hormones?!!!"
How could a child's skeleton support such a frame?
Considering the reason he came today,
Brian didn't waste time on such trivial matters.
Smiling, he said to Pier, "Uncle is a reporter from the TV station, and here's the thing, there are some questions I want to ask you. If you answer honestly, you can get a reward, and with that money, you can buy lots of delicious food."
Pier perked up at the mention of delicious food.
He nodded earnestly, "Ask away, Pier is very honest."
