My gym had just reopened, but I was already dealing with a bunch of problem guests. Now, I understand that lots of people got used to working out in their own spaces, but these guys were the worst. They were noisy, they didn’t clean up after themselves, they hogged the equipment, and they STANK.
I found the group’s apparent leader, a surprisingly scrawny guy, on the lifting bench, stepped around his groaning spotter, and took him aside.
I’m afraid you and your friend need to leave,” I said.
The necromancer looked at me with an expression that could’ve peeled paint.

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