OK this needs revival. I will continue with Jae's post because she was being specific.
As quickly as it began, your growth subsides. The MAN, hearing the noise you've created by crusing various pieces of refuse on the street with your flab, turns around and looks at you in astonishment (and more than a little horror). The MAN's hair is brown and unkempt. He's wearing a lab coat and you can just see his shoes beneath the edge - they're the kind that blink when walked on. His coat is a little dirty in places. The MAN is holding a small brown briefcase in his left hand and a small vial in his right.