"See something you like, lad?" the Herr Stein whistled out to me; his arm muscles bulging in ways that looked like he was injecting synthol in them, "If you let yourself be rescued, maybe I'll give you a few tricks to build muscles like mine, eh?"
Oh my lord.... I never thought I'd get to meet a stereotypical gym jock in this world, but here we were. Granted, he seemed far too old to fit the stereotype, but holy shvt did that just make him somehow cooler and more dangerous!
"No thanks," I chuckled. "I appreciate the tips though."
"Your loss then, lad," the man shrugged.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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