The two boys make it to the gym, when Ad finally asks (as he had been wondering the whole time) "Why'd you bring me to the gym?"
Puzzled, Rob answers: "I thought we were gonna work out. I told you I wanted to get back in shape, remember?"
Ad lets out a laugh. "Rob. You didn't actually think i stay so fit by 'working out' do you?
Puzzled even more so, Rob asks: "Well then how do you stay so slim?"
Ad leans in to Rob.
"Rob my boy. It's called Vyolera. It's a secret weight-loss drug only available to aristocrats in France. Top secret."
Rob is in disbelief. He hadn't pegged Ad as the type to take such things.
"I've got bottles and bottles in my suitcases! It's great! Let's go back to the room so you can start your first cycle!"
The two boys make it back to the room and Ad pulls out the small, green bottle.
Rob holds it. "All the labeling is in French!"
"That stuff doesn't matter! It doesn't say anything of importance...just know that it works."
Finally, hesitantly, Ad convinces Rob to take three.
"Are you sure that it's safe?"
Ad says nothing and finally replies, snidely, with an odd twinkle in his eye: "Whoops. You know i should've mentioned this earlier... I completely forgot! It's deadly if you take more than one a day." Ad smiles, scarily.
Rob, overcome with fear and anger walks over to Ad and punches him out cold. He then runs to the bathroom and tries to vomit the pills. He hopes it isn't too late...
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