The REAL man's gym.

You whirl around, and find yourself face-to-belly with the large man from before. Peering past the rotund ball, you manage to look the guy in the eye - he doesn't seem very happy.

"What are you doing here?" He practically yells at you. "This gym is for men!"

"Sorry, I was just leavi--" you stop. "What do you mean, 'for men'? I'm a man!"

The large gentlemen crosses his arms and chuckles. "Sure, you're a guy, but you're not a REAL man."

"And what would a 'real man' be, exactly?"

He grabs you by the shoulder and drags you to a bulletin board on the wall. It's covered in photos of bodybuilders, sumo wrestlers, and just plain old fat people.

"These are real men." He tells you.

"So... A real man is a fatass?"

He whacks you across the back of the head and laughs. "A real man has some proper meat on his bones, and doesn't look like a scrawny twig." He pauses, then looks you over. "I could turn you into one, actually."

"What, a real man? Please."

The larger man grins. "No, really. With the right treatment, I could completely transform you into one of these men-" he gestures to the pictures on the wall- "musclebound, ginormous..."

"Fat..."

"That's an unnecessary side effect, which you can get rid of easily. So, what do you say?"

You...

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