Two swole bros decked out in neon tank tops and garish snap backs were finishing up reps at the local Planet Hotness gym.

“She stole his heart,” Rylan said

“Yeah, that’s no surprise he really liked her,” Hayden agreed.

“No, man. I mean she Kali Ma-ed him. Ripped it right out of his chest. Super fucked up.” Hayden’s eyes became the size of saucers. He stopped mid-curl.

“Holy shit... what type of work outs does she do? CrossFit?”

”Dude, I don’t think you’re grasping that our bro got turned into ground turkey by some tacky rave bae with Amazon strength.”

”Those delivery people are strong enough to tear peoples hearts out? I don’t know if I want them delivering packages to my place…”

”Nah, that should be chill. Those people just deliver packages. But, I’m talking about those Wonder Woman island women. You know the cool armor and sick gains? I bet Tanner’s girl was from that island.”

”I don’t know, man. She didn’t have an accent or anything. But I guess like, anything is possible?”

”I guess. Sucks that we lost our leg day partner though. Tanner had some sick calves.”

”No doubt, my man. Let’s pour one out for him.” Hayden grabbed his pre workout and poured it on the floor by the leg press machine. Rylan did the same as the heavy bass from their earbuds pulsed in the background.