At the gym. An idiot-bro with mutton-chops, a faux-hawk, a beer gut, and of course—backwards baseball cap and Oakley shades—is taking up three-quarters of the equipment in the latest circuit-training fad. I ask, “Hey can I use one of those kettlebells?” He’s using every one of them in the latest buzzword-laden routine. He doesn’t even look at me as he passes by, pushing a wheelbarrow full of ’em in some dumbass exercise. “No Bro. I need all of ’em.” I grit my teeth and open my eReader to Echo. Magic flash. Every kettlebell grows a little demon monkey face and sprouts bat wings. They fly into the air and screech mercilessly, biting at the Bro. He’s screaming, “BY THE POPPED COLLAR AND TRIBAL TATTOO! SAVE ME!” Each kettlebell bites onto him and starts flapping. A cheer goes up as he’s carried wailing into the twilight.
Share the kettlebells. Popped collars are stupid. Get Echo Vol. 1 on Kindle here: Vol. 1 on Kindle. Vol. 2 on Kindle here: Vol.2 on Kindle.


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