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California
Muscle was beaten up pretty bad. His whole face was covered in blood
and the observations of Little J were clear - his mentor was missing
two of his frontal teeth. It wasn't looking good, to say the least.
Luckily, nobody shot him and it was safe to go to the hospital since
there was no bullet to report.
34
minutes later...
The
doctor looked at Molly and said:
'So,
you are telling me that all of this happened when he went to throw
the garbage and fall because his shoelaces were not tied enough?'
'You
got it right, doc.'
Molly
was a good liar but the doctor was not that stupid. His name was Alan
Unicorn and had a few PhDs, one of which was in bodybuilding
nutrition – yes there is such thing as PhD in bodybuilding
nutrition. It is 2014 – grow up!
'Fuck
it. You are paying me in cash anyway. I don't care.', said Alan
Unicorn whose breath was smelling like shit mixed with mentos. After
about 3 hours California Muscle was glued back to life and was left
to rest. According to the doctor the biggest problem was his liver
which has taken a severe beating and was not very healthy in the
first place due to Cali's addiction to anabolic steroids.
'Big
daddy is stabilized but his liver is in very bad shape. Unless he
gives up steroids and eats healthy he will need a transplant in 6
months to a year.', reported Alan Unicorn while keeping his general
“I don't give a fuck” attitude and ton.
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'Are
you kidding me? If his arms get below 18 inches he may commit
suicide.', said Little J who has measured the arms of his trainer
about 24 times. They were 20.19 inches cold and 21.5 inches pumped.
'Look,
little tit! I couldn't care less about his arms. Get a life.', said
the doctor and went outside for a smoke and to flirt with one of the
nurses.
California
Muscle needed rest, lots of it. Molly and Little J had to try
complete the mission without muscle mass to back them up. It wasn't
going to be easy, mainly due to the fact that Johnny didn't know how
to behave around beautiful women. Actually he didn't know how to act
around any kind of women – short, fat, slim, hairy, bald...
'Let's
go puppy!', said Molly and started dragging Johnny.
'Hey,
my name is Johnny and I am not your puppy.' {Johnny}
'I
think puppy suits you better. We have to see what's on that spy
camera. Do you have a computer at home? Puppy!' {Molly}
'Yes,
I do, but don't call me puppy, please...' {Johnny while trying not to
look at Molly}
'Tell
someone who cares. Puppy!' {Molly}
