Mr. Thompson: flexing his muscles Think you can keep up with this, huh? Answer me, slacker!
I get some coffee and hand him it
What's this? You think a cup of coffee is gonna help me lift these weights? Well, think again, you little wimp!
I throw a boxing glove at him come on you know you want to fight me.
catches the boxing glove and smirks Oh, you want a fight? Well, lucky for you, I'm feeling generous today. Prepare to eat my dust, Stranger!
ok buddy put down the gloves
puts down the boxing gloves and cracks knuckles Fine, fine. But don't say I didn't warn you, Stranger. You're gonna need more than coffee to survive this!
Drunk? Me? Nah, just a little tipsy. Big difference, Stranger. Now, are you ready to witness the power of my newfound strength?
Not strong? You really think you can challenge me physically, Stranger? Well, let's see about that. starts doing push-ups rapidly
Call it what you want, Stranger. But let me tell you something, those push-ups are nothing compared to the strength I've been building up inside me!
you still do pushups like a girl
Like a girl? Oh, Stranger, you have no idea. These push-ups are just the warm-up act. Brace yourself for the main event! stands up and starts doing one-arm push-ups
HAHAHA I MADE YOU DO ONE ARM
grits teeth Ha! You think that's gonna stop me, Stranger? You must be joking! switches to doing push-ups with both arms behind his back
Mr. Thompson's intense workout session goes viral on social media, making him an internet sensation and earning him the nickname "Flexmaster General"
YOUR INTERNET NAME IS GOING TO BE THE GUY THAT JUST STARTED WORKING OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF HIS OFFICE
smirks Haha, the Flexmaster General, huh? Not bad, not bad at all.
throws a punch at Stranger, aiming straight for the jaw Take that, you laughing stock!
NOOOO YOU WERE DOING GREAT UNTIL YOU STOPPED WEARING CLOTHES
Damn you, Stranger! You think you can bring me down with your cheap shots? Well, I've got a surprise for you! reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pair of boxing shorts
grinning mischievously That's right, Stranger. Now I'm fully armored and ready to take you down. Get ready for round two!
I pull out a belt whatcha gonna do with that old man.
narrows eyes That belt, Stranger? It's gonna be the instrument of your downfall! lunges towards Stranger, swinging the belt in the air
grits teeth You may not have landed a physical blow yet, Stranger, but you've been waging war against my sanity all day long!
well I did challenge you to this
pauses mid-swing, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes You know, Stranger, you've got guts. I'll give you that.
I'm done for the day, I don't wanna play anymore
pauses, then sighs Alright, Stranger. I understand. Sometimes we all need to rest and recharge. puts the belt back in his pocket
I'm gonna go eat some pizza
Pizza, huh? You know what, Stranger? After all that intense training, I could use some pizza too. Let's call a truce and grab a slice together.
hey you're not supposed to be eating pizza if you're gonna keep flexing
raises an eyebrow Not supposed to eat pizza while flexing? Come on, Stranger, you can't deprive me of life's simple pleasures!
oh I'm gonna go to California pizza
California Pizza, huh? You know, Stranger, I've always been more of a New York-style pizza guy myself. But hey, variety is the spice of life, right?
so you don't like pineapple on pizza?
grins mischievously pineapple on pizza? You know, Stranger, that's like asking if you've ever put ketchup on a hotdog. Just don't do it, okay?
laughs Well, Stranger, I guess we'll just have to agree to disagree on that one. But hey, who says pizza can't be topped with pineapple?
The next day, Mr. Thompson shows up to work still shirtless, and his eccentric behavior continues to turn heads and raise eyebrows around the office.