Max walked into the weightroom at 6am. He looked things over, as was his wont. It looked like somebody had left a bunch of weights up on the bench press. That wasn't allowed. Max ran a good, clean weight room where everyone put their weights away and kept things nice.
Who did that? That was a considerable amount of weight. What was that, eight plates on each side? Who could bench that much other than himself? Knuckles? But Knuckles always put his weights away; and anyway, he and Knuckles used the bench press that had adjustable gravity. Jon? But Jon was good about that sort of thing, too. Seriously, who put up over 700 pounds on the bench press?
Max went over to investigate. And that's when he found the grizzled blond man asleep on the bench.
"HEY," barked Max loudly. "UP AND AT 'EM, SOLDIER."
MAX the MUSCULAR ARMYGUY
Who did that? That was a considerable amount of weight. What was that, eight plates on each side? Who could bench that much other than himself? Knuckles? But Knuckles always put his weights away; and anyway, he and Knuckles used the bench press that had adjustable gravity. Jon? But Jon was good about that sort of thing, too. Seriously, who put up over 700 pounds on the bench press?
Max went over to investigate. And that's when he found the grizzled blond man asleep on the bench.
"HEY," barked Max loudly. "UP AND AT 'EM, SOLDIER."