- sitting alone curling 100lb dumbbells and reading signed edition of ripptoe's starting strength - cute cardio bunny approaches me - start trembling with fear - "Hey! You're doing Ripptoe's? Is it any good?" - "I-I think you'll find Ripptoe's transcends the normative compound-isolation dichotomy, actually," I reply - she says she doesn't understand - I snort with laughter - protein shake spurts out of my nostrils, along with a single strand of spaghetti - panicking, I quickly pull my mossimo v-neck to my nose and blow - more spaghetti falls out - I try to catch it all in my fedora, but it quickly overflows - the girl is staring at me in horror - I stand up, knocking the bench over, and sprint towards the door - trip on a string of spaghetti that was dangling from my nose - as I crash to the floor a wet bubble of bolognese sauce escapes from my ass - I attempt to stand up but slip on a meatball that had rolled out of my trouser leg - everyone is laughing hysterically - I try to apologize but my mouth is full of spaghetti - start vomiting uncontrollably - the spaghetti wraps itself around my neck - I can't breathe - I beg for help but no-one can hear me over their laughter - everything goes black