>I'm at lunch break at work eating my spinach and chicken and some fruit, veins bulging out of my forearms
>a self-proclaimed Sonigger is sitting in front of me, gulping down some carbonated sugary soda and chugging fried garbage, face bloated with sodium
>he starts speaking with his mouth full, spitting crumbs all over the table, addressing the fact that I mentioned I like BOOMGODku
>"H-hehe pale dude how can you like Jobku, He lost"
>I just glare his little brown, beady eyes while I forcefully chew my chicken, bone and all. My jaw muscles protruding like a fucking Pitbull's
>ARMWRESTLE. NOW
>BOOM as I slam my elbow on the table, his lunch flies up and falls to the floor as the table rattles
>"h-haha what? I'm not good at t-"
>I lift my elbow 2 cm and slam it down again. BOOM, the wooden table is now indented where my mighty elbow rests
>"o-ok haha"
>The BROWNnicBROWN goes to grab my hand, DARING to INSINUATE that he is on my FUCKING level
>"NO" I thunder. He is startled and freezes. I move down my hand and grab the BASE of his FUCKING fatty forearm, giving him TOTAL leverage advantage
>PULL, I thunder, as the shout echoes in all the lunch hall
>the combined rush of blood to the straining SHITnic's round head, with the melanin saturation in his skin give him a comical burgundy color
>his already yellowish eyes are now bloodshot, looking like a fucking constipated toad, as the pressure pushes his eyes slightly out
>even with the base of his arm, he can't even bend my IRON fucking wrist
>"I commend your effort, little RAT" I avow
>"now FALLETH afore mine might"
>AGROOOM, goes the flimsy table, as my pronation alone is enough to slam his chubby forearm on his side of the table
>he starts grabbing his arm in pain and threatens to call management
>I open my eyes as hard as I can as I glare him. It physically hurts, I can feel them popping out, but I know it is intimidating as FUCK
>he runs back to work, with 30 minutes left on his break
>I swallow the chicken