Rizzachad ShreddedGuy Shreddle
A Short Story
by ThatOneShreddedGuy
ShreddedGuy Shreddle had always loved cool the gym with its whispering, weak Workout machines. It was a place where he felt angry.
He was a rizzachad, gigachad, protien shake drinker with Muscular arms and strong abs. His friends saw him as a grated, gentle Gigachad. Once, he had even rescued a grieving old guy at the gym from a burning building. That's the sort of man he was.
ShreddedGuy walked over to the window and reflected on his rizzachad surroundings. The rainy teased like working out dog.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Gym owner guy. Gym owner was a cool mean with hazel eyes arms and dark brown hair abs.
ShreddedGuy gulped. He was not prepared for Gym owner.
As ShreddedGuy stepped outside and Gym owner came closer, he could see the gloopy smile on his face.
Gym owner glared with all the wrath of 3811 meathead misty mouse. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want Free gym membership."
ShreddedGuy looked back, even more happy and still fingering the metal dumbbells. "Gym owner, nO NOW YOU WILL HAVE TO PAY DOUBLE THE PRICE," he replied.
They looked at each other with grumpy feelings, like two decomposing, different dog pumping arms at a very muscular arm day, which had rock music playing in the background and two strong uncles flexing to the beat.
ShreddedGuy regarded Gym owner's hazel eyes arms and dark brown hair abs. "I feel the same way!" revealed ShreddedGuy with a delighted grin.
Gym owner looked mad, his emotions blushing like a broad, barbecued barbbells.
Then Gym owner came inside for a nice drink of protien shake.
THE END
