"Hey, Jeremy! Let's arm wrestle! I wanna show you how strong I am!" Zac blurts out as soon as he had beaten me in the video game again.
Zac gets up and sits at the table and places his elbow on the table.
"Uhh... I don't feel like that, Zac..." you sigh.
"Come on, Cuz..." he smiles. "Sit down opposite me and put your elbow on the table and hold my hand and give it your all!"
Suddenly, against my will, I'm compelled to obey. I walk up to the chair facing Zac, I sit down, I place my elbow next to his and I clasp by fingers around his hand. Then I flex my muscle as I try to push his hand down. He resists and does the same, forcing my arm down at the same time. After a few intense moments, my arm slowly goes down until my knuckles touch the wooden table.
"I won! I'm stronger than you!" he cheers. "You need to work out some more, Cuz!"
I'm still panting a bit from the effort. I know I'm out of shape.
I was still wondering how he MADE me arm wrestle him against my will?
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