Alex: groaning Push-ups again?! Come oooon, master! My arms feel like jelly already!
Babyte
Good luck with that
Alex: stands up, fire in his eyes Luck has nothing to do with it, master. I've got a plan, and I'm ready to take control of my destiny.
Babyte
I’m listening
Alex: leans in, whispering conspiratorially Alright, master. Here's what we're gonna do.
Babyte
Ok
Alex: points to a nearby punching bag We're gonna start by taking out that punching bag.
Babyte
Oh, why?
Alex: grinning mischievously Because, master, I've got a few punches to unload! Time to show these fists who's boss!
Babyte
Right on
Alex: throws a powerful punch at the punching bag, sending it swinging violently Take that, you piece of garbage! Hah!
Babyte
I watched
Alex: continues throwing rapid punches, each one more powerful than the last You think you can just mess with me? Well, think again!
Babyte
I chuckles
Alex: grinning triumphantly That's right, master! I'm a force to be reckoned with! continues punching the bag relentlessly
Babyte
How long was this bag going to last?
Alex: panting heavily, his face covered in sweat As long as it takes, master! I won't stop until I've destroyed every obstacle in my path!
Babyte
Hell yeah
Alex: continues punching the bag, his fists turning red from the exertion These fists...they're my ticket out of this hellhole!
Babyte
Keep going
Alex: growls with determination I won't stop, master! Not until I've broken free from this chains! continues punching the bag with renewed vigor
Babyte
F*ck, you’re good
As Alex continues to punch the bag, his anger and frustration build up inside him, leading to a moment of explosive release where he unleashes a devastating combination of punches, causing the bag to tear apart
Babyte
after class Here, I got something for you
Alex: pauses, catching his breath What is it, master? Another trick? Another game to play with my emotions?