>>6001987>>6001991>>6002345>>6002360>>6002382>>6002415>>6002424>>6002521You tell them that you don't work out. Felino seems confused.
"What, like not at all?" she asks, "Like you don't go outside?"
Jon chimes in. "Nah! I'm sure Fibro goes outside. Don't worry man fitness isn't for everyone."
Fitness isn't for everyone...? FITNESS ISN'T FOR EVERYONE?! WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN? IS HE TRYING TO IMPLY FITNESS ISN'T FOR YOU? YOU COULD BE FIT! YOU COULD BE EVEN FITTER THAN HIM!
"Either way, man, you should join me sometime when we come down to visit this weekend!"
JOIN HIM?! JOIN HIM?! HE SHOULD BE JOINING YOU! WHY DOES HE GET TO BE FELINO'S BOYFRIEND ANYWAY, HUH? WHAT THE FUCK DID HE DO TO DESERVE SUCH A TITLE? YOU'VE YET TO FIND ANY REASON WHY FUCKING JON IS SO GREAT AND YOU'RE NOT!
DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE JON DIE DIE! DIE JON! DIE DIE! DIE JON DIE!
YOU HOPE THAT WHEN THE WORLD FINALLY MERCIFUL EXPLODES AND TAKES YOU OUT OF THIS DUMB WORLD, ALL OF JON SURVIVES SAVE FOR HIS PENIS, AND HE IS FORCED TO FLOAT AROUND SPACE FOREVER A PENISLESS FREAK FOR ALL ETERNITY!
You calm down after a few seconds. Not that you were showing your complete rage at Jon's very existence externally, but it was certainly.
Jon... Jon, Jon, Jon... Maybe you should show him who's boss? Or not...
>Tell off Jon>Continue being nice>Say something passive-aggressive>Hang up and do something else (Time Depends) 