Greg was innocently flipping through the TV stations and landed on an infomercial about a weight gain pill. Greg looked at the phone number and wrote it down, he hoped that this pills could help him pile on some muscle so he could try to continue his football carrier. He called the number and soon the package arrived at the door. Little did he know that the pills didn’t gain muscle weight, it gained another type of weight.
Greg opened the door and saw a 6’3 guy standing at the door holding a package. He was ripped and skin tight shirt clung to his building arm muscles. “Here is your package sir.” The man said in a happy-go-lucky voice.
Greg signed for it and received the bottle of pills. It was green and the bottle was large. He shook it and listened to all entire pills clang against the bottle. Greg squinted his eyes to view the label but the small print gave him a headache. “Who cares?” Greg thought disregarding the label.
Greg sat on the couch and laid down. He through one of the pills into a glass of soda and chugged it down hard.
“Uhh that tastes like dirt!” Greg said. “Well I might as well take a nap and wait for the pills to take affect…” Soon Greg drifted of to a deep coma-like sleep.
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