Catapult

As one side of the bench crumples, the other side is hefted like a catapult. The weights are thrown from the rack and fly across the room. "LOOK OUT!!" cry's Albert as other lifters dive out of the way to avoid being crushed by the dumbbell as it crashes across the floor, leaving cracks in it's wakes as it bounces a few tie, hitting the mirror on the wall and causing a shower of glass as it shatters.

Luckily nobody was hurt. However the manager calls Albert over as you pick yourself off the ground. "Sorry man," says Albert upon his return, "Their... suspending your membership." You look at Albert, mouth open, "But..." you say, flabbergasted, "Sorry, but they don't want anyone to get hurt, we were lucky, but if someone sues... well, it could shut this place down." You take a few breath, "But, it I can't work out here..." you say, looking down at your bloated body. "You can still exercise outside the gym." Says Albert, "I can even jog with you." You sigh, "Somehow I don't think it's going to be quite the same."

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