Time to pump some iron

Marabuntha enters the gym. Where is everybody he asks himself.
While warming up he mumbles : "There are more guys in the lounge than here. No wonder they are all such bunch of sissies."

Totally bored Marabuntha smears some chocolate paste on a couple of dumbels, hoping someone will come and pick them up ... That should be fun ...

mR. skiellor walks into the gym and walks over to some dumbells and picks then up and starts to pump.

he then puts them down and looks at his hands

'what the hell is this'

he sniffs it

'smells like chocolate'

he turns to mArabuntha and starts to lick his hands in a sick and sadistic way

marabuntha starts to speak and says 'what the hell are you doing ur supposed to wash your hands when you get stuff on them man what you doing?'

Mr.skiellor replies 'what do you think, i'v got to keep on the calories for my matches i mean with tianictus and all his bird food what else is there to eat around here?

skiellor starts to walk off but it appear marabuntha has something to say

Marabuntha glances at mr. skiellor.

Damn man, you just ruined a perfectly good prank! I should knock your lights out for this ...
But I know something better ...

I give you this whole jar of choclate paste ... if you can point me where g-man678's parked his bike in the parking lot ...

Marabuntha shows the extra large jar of choclate sweetness ...

yo dude iv got this for you this is the bike you wanna destroy its in the third parking space to the left next to the wall go do your worst on it.

and how about that paste now man as iv given you this valuable piece of information

Marabuntha hugs the big jar of choclate paste and hands it over to sk1ellor.

Marabuntha : "It's so hard to say goodbye ... Take care of the choclate sk1ellor ... "

After the jar switched hands, Marabuntha leaves the gym as if he just lost the best friend he ever had ...