>>6060626Yeah, that sounds like the perfect comeback. Dennis always complains that you make too much noise when working out. You get up out of bed and pop a WHITESNAKE CD into your CD PLAYER. Charlie and you both love this album. Better yet, Dennis hates it. Man, these are some SWEET TUNES. (+1 LIFE SWEETNESS)
Your <span class="mu-s">SWEET LIFE METER</span> is at 5 out of 10. If the meter hits 0, you die.
<span class="mu-s">SWEET LIFE METER</span>: +++++-----
CURRENT STATUS EFFECTS: <span class="mu-s">CHILD OF GOD</span>(+1 LIFE SWEETNESS), <span class="mu-s">BADASS MACHO MAN</span>(+1 LIFE SWEETNESS)
"Hnngh, one. Hnnngh.. two. Hnnnrngh... three!" You attempt to do 100 consecutive pushups. You're struggling to get to 10, but your grunting <span class="mu-i">is</span> making a big racket. You imagine that you'd grunt better and louder if you had some sort of machine that would punch you if you tried to slow down. Yeah, something that'd pound your ass if you thought about giving up. You save this idea for later; it might be useful.
Unfortunately, it doesn't seem as if the noise you're making is slowing Dennis down at all. You can actually hear his smug self probably saying something like, <span class="mu-i">Nice try, Mac. I know you're so strong and good looking, but I won't admit it. I'm just going to keep sexing up this girl. Ha ha.</span> That bitch. Now what?
You should... (CHOOSE ONE)
>Eat something.>Think of a new scheme.>Leave the apartment.>Call CHARLIE. (Write-in!)>Call SWEET DEE. (Write-in!)>Call FRANK. (Write-in!)>Or maybe... (Write-in!) 