Walking in the luxurious gym, Perfection sat onto a sat in a model poise. She so dearly hoped that someone saw her inner and outer beauty radiated from her shimmering green body. "Hola!!" Attempting to get attention the simplifier to many problems in life strutted like a model toward the weights. Quickly bending over the conceded woman smiled with enjoyment. She knew her actions would at least annoy someone and that would make her simply joyful. So, tightly gripping on a two 15 pound weights the woman began to lift. "Look at my glory children, for I am simply perfection." The woman stared across the corridor wondering if anyone was paying close attention to her wondrous actions.
Hannibull sat on the bench, his dark black eyes squinting in the fluorescent light. He laid back on the bench, and grasped the weight-bar in his massive hands. He yanked the bar off the stand, all four-hundred pounds coming to rest on his solid muscles. He lowered the bar slowly, regulating his breath, then raised it back up. He did ten reps and set the bar back down.
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