I turned to look at a plump man in his early thirties.

He was a plump little man with a crew cut.

The plump little man at once pushed his way inside.

As from a great distance he heard the plump man speak again.

Instead, he followed the plump man out of the control room.

Out of that second building came a plump man in uniform.

Described as a short, plump man a few years over forty.

A plump man a few years older than his own father opened it.

He was a plump man with a round, cheerful face.

The plump man in green pulled out a chair and sat.