At the gym. Β I see a dude finish a set and leave his weights on the ground. Β A fellow gym-goer points it out and Douche-dude shrugs, then walks away. Β I shake my head and narrow Β my eyes. Β I wait until Douche-dude is at the squat rack and open my eReader to Echo. Β Magic flash. Β He’s at the bottom of a rep when suddenly his stomach fills with a dozen ghost peppers, three pounds of lactose, and a solid, double-armful of gluten. Β His face turns beet-red, his veins pop out, and he’s screaming in agony as he tries to endure, but it’s too much; he soils himself in a horrid stream of Gross. Β Nearby gym-goers wrinkle their faces in disgust and lurch away. Β He crawls out from under the bar, sobbing in embarrassment, and commits seppuku on the spot.
Put the weights back. Β It’s not that hard. Β Get Echo Vol. 1 on Kindle here: Β Vol. 1 on Kindle. Β Vol. 2 on Kindle here: Β Vol.2 on Kindle.


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