This Is How You Recruit Gym Bros
Drake stood in front of one of many mirrors in the gym lobby and took out his phone. Then he flexed his pumped arm and got a few pictures for Instagram. As he did the Gym Owner walked up to him.
"How was the day, Drake?" he asked as he put his hand on Drake's shoulder. The gym bro grinned and did a double biceps pose, showing off his muscles to his own-- his employer.
"Good, boss." He replied in his usual dumb and low voice. "Had three clients, got sick pump on huge guns" He then flexed his arms again, showing off his biceps to the Owner.
Owner walked up to Drake and squeezed these pumped biceps.
"That's good, you're a great asset." He inhaled the gym bro's sweaty scent and saw as Drake grinned and began laughing like the dumb jock he was.
"Yes, boss" Drake drawled, his eyes unfocused, his mouth slightly open and drool starting to leak from it.
Only two weeks earlier Drake was David. A scrawny college student, whom the Owner attracted to his new gym with a heavily discounted monthly pass. He also showered him with free workout gear, as well as a jersey, a few chains and caps.
For David it was just a way of building brand loyalty or some similar bullshit, but for the Owner it was something more. The desired effects became apparent very quickly. As David continued wearing the gear he got, his mental capacity quickly deteriorated. His speech patterns became very basic and full of jock speak, he stopped attending classes and instead started spending hours and hours in the gym.
Barely a week has passed and David was now a muscular jock. The Owner decided that was the moment to act.
"Hey, man, I've seen you around the gym a lot recently."
"Huhuhuh, yeah bruh" David responded and scratched his crotch.
"What would you say if I would propose you work for me as a Personal Trainer? I need guys like you here."
"Uhhhh, bruh... I guess, like I dunno dude, uuuuhh..."
"Great!" Owner took David and guided him to his office. "You're redy to become an asset of Steel Gym, Drake!"
"Duuuude, it's like, uhhh... David--"
"Drake. That's your name. That's what in the gym's system."
"Drake?" the gym bro looked at the Owner with a confused expression. He, in response took a chain laying on his desk and put it around Drake's neck. The bro immediately relaxed, his eyes unfocused, and he grinned lazily.
"Drake... trainer... good asset... gym... boss..." he drawled as he signed the contract and officially became the gym's newest machine.
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