“Dude, seriously. I’m not going to the gym. It’s Saturday!”
“Yes, you are!” I yelled, slamming my fist into the wall– admittedly a much more threatening gesture when I wasn’t trapped in my roommate’s scrawny body. “Look at yourself! You haven’t been to the gym all week, you haven’t been drinking any of my shakes, God only knows what sort of crap food you’ve been eating–”
“Whatever, dude, I still look sexy! Besides, it’s double exp weekend. I don’t have time for your stupid routine.”
“That ‘stupid routine’ is the entire reason I’m in shape, and you’re just a worthless faggot twig!” I yelled.
He scoffed. “Yeah, until I stole your body. Now you’re the twig, got it? So fuck off already. I’m not going to the gym, and that’s final. I wanna get to level 25 before this sweet ass hits the bars tonight.”
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