Your hand twists in his grip and the pain blinds you. Still you press the words out of your swollen mouth...
Physique
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Your hand twists in his grip and the pain blinds you. Still you press the words out of your swollen mouth...
Your body does not betray your degeneracy, that's a lie. You're in great shape.
True. That is a noble cranium -- but you got a hard noggin yourself!
How did this happen? Your little fist is in his giant hand and he's squeezing it. It hurts...
The way he says "Measurehead" implies ultimate trust in this head-reckoner's physical prowess. He seems like a worthy rival. You should slay him.
He looks one with the table. It would take quite some effort to wake him up.
There is only one way to awake this bone idle from his slumber. Roar like a hurricane, rip the buildings from the Earth!
You gently shake his shoulder, but nothing happens. This man could probably sleep soundly in a ship's engine room.
You have a pretty solid feeling that the man's not just mouthing off. He's strong, but even he has reasons to be cautious here.
The worker continues to nap, undisturbed despite you shaking him. This guy's a real juggernaut of sleep.
The way he says "Measurehead" implies ultimate trust in this head-reckoner's physical prowess.
These manly men are playing balls. This is a ball game. Grab a ball and play it. Don't ask questions. Shoot first, ask questions never.
Does it matter what team? Pick a team, any team, the blue team -- you're letting them down! GET IN THE GAME AND THROW THE GODDAMN BALL!
That's the spirit! Don't even waste your breath asking about the game. They wouldn't know anyway. They're way past their prime.
Shush! Ignore them! They don't know what they're doing. They're old! You are letting down yourself and the team. Get in the damn game already!