A group of teen boys stumble into the gym, some high, some drunk, and most are both. "Hello boys, can I help you?" I barked as they began throwing food around and punching the balloons. One of them grabs the football off the floor and does a touchdown dance, throwing it to the ground. The ball bounced in the air and flew over to a pile of weights making them clang and fall. "Now I insist you boys behave yourself, or I'll....." The one stepped up, his breath wreaking of rum "or what!? You ain't gonna do shit!" As he says this he begins to back up, his arms out in a "come at me bro" movement. Little did he know that slave had finished his workout.
He backed up into slave and looking up fell forward in surprise. "Ah! I see you met my sample work! This is, uh, Jeff" the boy stumbled back and scurried to a wall. The others were still fooling around, one of them had picked up the helmet off the mannequin and was strapping it on. "Look at me! Hahahaha! I'm a grid iron great!" Another had started to punch the fitness model in his ripped plastic stomach. It made a hollow rubber thump and teetered back and forth before it fell on its back, bouncing off the floor. "Oooops! Bahahahahaha!" He laughed half high.
"I see you boys are having a good time, perhaps you'd like to join? 1 dollar for a lifetime" the boys laughed and stumbled as they walked around. One had started to get the munchies as he started eating the food instead of throwing it. "Buffett comes free with membership of course" I festered to the young fella. Slave picked up the boy on the floor, his body shaking a little, and stood him straight. "Don't worry! Slave is always nice to gym members, and can help you with your goals! We have some more extreme trainers in the back as well" I contemplated with disgusts with what I should do.......