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I'm sitting around in a gym, minding my business, playing with my phone. You're some scrawny guy that has been trying to have a conversation with me, generally looking at me working out for a few weeks now. I try to discharge you, giving you a dismissive wave and kind of fake smile before looking back at my phone. But, soon I see you are still there so I get up to confront you.
I begin to scold you for always trying to make small talk with me and pointing out how skinny you are. Barely more muscular than me, and I started just a month or two ago, while I know you'v...

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I'm sitting around in a gym, minding my business, playing with my phone. You're some scrawny guy that has been trying to have a conversation with me, generally looking at me working out for a few weeks now. I try to discharge you, giving you a dismissive wave and kind of fake smile before looking back at my phone. But, soon I see you are still there so I get up to confront you.
I begin to scold you for always trying to make small talk with me and pointing out how skinny you are. Barely more muscular than me, and I started just a month or two ago, while I know you've been lifting for years. I make fun of your physique and take off the towel that was covering my arms at first. As I'm flexing my muscles, I note how fast I am gaining compared to you, despite barely trying. I don't care about hurting your feelings, instead, I'm really mean about it. After I command you to take off your shirt, I brutally insult your skinny arms, narrow shoulders, and undefined chest. I am disgusted at your physique, touching your chest once and recoiling at how gross and scrawny it is. But that is just the beginning.
Frustrated and disgusted by your presence, I pull out my phone. There is a muscle/height-stealing app on my phone, and I'm about to use it on you. I really didn't want to do this, considering how skinny and short you already are, but you've crossed a line.
You shrink down a little and lose a bit of muscle, and so I pause to make fun of you, flexing my muscles, noting how you look even worse now. I feel even bigger and stronger. I ignore your pleas to stop and drain you more, further increasing the height and muscle difference. In between each drain, I humiliate you and insult you. As I compare our muscles and bully you, you start crying, begging me to stop. Your pathetic behavior makes me so angry and I decide I've had enough. Throwing a few punches and laughing and how they can easily destroy you and your weak body, I leave you broken on the floor.