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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YCi8YyXDTPU>Segment .2 [Intermission] - Grant Does a Thing"And in other news, today at the Lumiose Mall, a mall Santa went crazy and turned out to be a terrorist from Calcuttistan, he was promptly stopped by some nut just as equally nuts. AND NOW SPORTS!~"
Grant watches the TV with only a modicum of interest. Yes, it's the holidays, yes, he doesn't have to go to work as the gym leader, and yes, he is not encouraged to exercise to his limits this week.
He is instead encouraged to sit back, relax, and take life at face value.
But he can't.
He's tired. Tired of sitting around and doing nothing. The man's mindset is to EXERCISE, EXERCISE all the time, get the adrenaline pumping, get the heart pumping, get that dick stiff and ready for any superfans on the side, as deprecating as that would be to his internal affairs.
He yawns.
"...Been a really long day."
He says to no one in particular.
"Can't bike. Can't skate. Can't jog. Can't climb."
A pause.
"It's too snowy."
Another pause.
"I could snowboard."
. . .
"Don't really like snowboarding that much."
Suddenly, the rock-blocker hears a sound from the next room. It sounds like purring, a low purr of some sort,. but something about it immediately strikes him as off. As if the purrs are not genuine, or at least lacking some factors of decent realism.
He knows who (or what) it is.
>GrantA) Tells it to fuck off.
B) Reminds it that he said to cut it out with that bit.
C) Sits there and lets it happen.
D) Ignores it.
