O, Signage of Truth and Virtue! Enter into Our Swoledom: Enter into Our Hearts!

[raced_god]

Who: Max, Captain Falcon, you?????
What: Hanging posters. Maybe some other stuff. Maybe whatever you want.
When: Week of April 21st.
Where: Around campus and also the locker rooms I guess.
Warnings: Swolitude. Tiny towels. Man talk.



The posters have sprung up overnight. Tacked to bulletin boards, plastered on lampposts--anywhere that can feasibly hold a flyer, the posters are there. The question, then, is where are they coming from? Who is putting them up?

The answer is perhaps obvious. If one pays attention, it is not difficult to find one Max Powers around campus with a stapler, one Captain Falcon following him with a stack of flyers.

One can only imagine the things that run through his head. I've saved the universe, he thinks to himself. I am the greatest racecar driver that ever lived, he thinks, with every clack of Max's stapler. I own islands.

And yet

And yet, dear reader, there they are.

Comments

[star_punched]

Mac was probably one of the very few people who didn't feel like this advertisement wasn't in his face. In fact, he could use any distraction coming his way. That was besides the point that he spent a lot of his day working out to begin with. Now the whole school was about to get in on Max's exercise regimen, hopefully.

Mac enjoyed them! Didn't...everyone else? Won't everyone else?

Whatever.

Mac was happy to show up to this gathering of People Who Want To Get Swole. Not before showing up in front of Falcon and Max in a chance meeting somewhere as they set up even MORE fliers.

"Hey, guys! Still hookin' them up?"

Also, completely letting go of any past super serious man talks. We were talking about getting swole and why it's fun and good for you.

[raced_god]

"Yes," Falcon said, voice devoid of all emotion one way or another. Truly, it was a brief glimpse into the soul of a man who'd been reduced to following around his ten-years-his-junior-and-like-three-times-as-swole brofriend with a stack of posters.

"It was Max's idea."

As if there was ever any doubt.

Three Sizes of Bro, Three Sizes of Swole! A Manly Triad for the Ages! Flex into the Brilliant Day!

[tank_rockarms]

Max, meanwhile, was perfectly content to lead around his middle-aged partner in swole (although not nearly as much swole) in an exhibition of posters proclaiming the joys of muscle building.

"I want to make sure everybody gets to see 'em," said Max, as he put up flier number 182. "I spent like, a week designin' it."

A week well spent, in Max's estimation, for such a beautiful flier.

beautiful

[punch_in_pink]

"You oughta be proud of it, and it's good you guys've been puttin' it everywhere like this," he said, with a look of obvious approval. He didn't know many people like it but hey, you two have one super eager guy at least. Once a muscle bro, always a muscle bro.

"The whole school's gonna see this for sure!"

Grin.

"I train with ya as it is Max, so now everyone's gonna get in on it!"

Other than football, he hadn't done some training with Falcon, should be fun, he thought!

[raced_god]

Secretly, Falcon was kind of cheesed off about the notion of more people invading the weight room, but he didn't quite find saying anything worth it. Maybe it was because he had numbed himself with a small amount alcohol at some point before printing out stacks of flyers, not that anyone really needed to know that.

"Yep. Weight training. For everybody."

It Moves my Heart! It Moves Us All! Speak to Me in Tones of Swoleness and of Strength!

[tank_rockarms]

"Yup," said Max cheerfully. "Weight training. For everybody."

It was inspirational when Max said it. An entire weight room full of lifters, lifting heavy lifts. God, what a thought. What a beautiful, glorious thought.

Max wiped a tiny bit of excess testosterone from the corner of his eye.

[star_punched]

Those.

Those.

Were two completely different moods he saw about the same topic. Still though.

"You guys want me to help somehow? You guys all stocked? You know how many people are comin' so far?"

Then he looked at the papers.

"Want me to help with those?"

Look at those eyes, he wants to help.

[raced_god]

Falcon looked at Mac and handed him the entire pile of flyers.

I Accept your Swoleaid! All Are Welcome: All Must Help!

[tank_rockarms]

Max grabbed half of the fliers and put them back in Falcon's hands.

"You can both help," said Max cheerswoley.