Before Simon's hand even reached his mouth to wipe off the protein shake, Mark took the gatorade dispenser from him and whacked him hard on his exposed back. Simon collapsed from the quarterback's 200 pounds of force.
"What did you do that for?", the still somewhat dazed Simon asked Mark.
"Snack time's over, now time to turn that protein shake into something useful", Simon replied.
He took out his watch and swung it back and forth in front of Simon's eyes.
"Okay, Simon, we're going to do some major mental surgery here. Tell me how you spent the past 4 years of your life, at school, at home, what you did for fun"
Simon replied that he studied hard, played video games, sat out in PE, competed in science cometitions, and did other nerdy things. All the while, Simon would comment "Disgusting" "Pitiful".
Mark then started. "Simon, none of that ever happened. All of that stuff has not made you what you are today. In fact your name isn't even Simon. It's Russel. You understand? Russel."
"Russel", Simon repeated under his breath.
"Russel, you were never smart. You never studied hard in school. In fact, you fucking hate school. The only reason you even go is football. Football is your life. Football is all you ever breathe, drink, and eat. You've played football all your life. Your friends aren't nerds, your friends are the jocks right here, strong, buff, and tough.
And you're buff and tough too. In fact, you're the strongest one on the team. That's why you're a linebacker. You're the fucking strongest of all of us. You worked out every single day of your life, and you practiced blocking and tackling every single day of your life too. You're a fucking good football player, and always have been.
And because of that, you can do whatever you want, you're a fucking hot shot jock. You've fucked dozens of girls, and act like a jerk to anyone who pisses you off- and practically everyone pisses you off, got that?"
Russels' muscles twiched as his mind and body started changing...