THE DAY OF MEGA BUSTERS AND BOXES

It all began, on that day in 2008... After doing my reps in the gym and being spotted by my coach, I decided that it was time to get some low-carb sustinance from the cafeteria. The Highschool was full of my peers and pupils. They were all aware that something was up, but no one knew quite sure. There had been rumors that some spontaneous book reading from our conceptual art class would happen, no one even knew when to expect it.The only thing that was certain is that I needed to focus on my core a little more and purchase more fish oil capsules from the local Trader Joe's, I couldn't live without my fish oil.

On my way to the Caf I was on the look-out for my comrades. I spotted them, they were in line for some grub too. We've all known eachother for so long. We all met in our first Cardio Arobics Polates Abnominal Exertion sessions back in ole sixth grade. Alex, she was the only girl in our group, she's as manly as can be, abs the size and consistency of boulders, believe it. Aaron came from Canada, his family was trying to escape the communistic concepts of free health care, he didn't care, he was just tossed in  a whirl-wind of politics and muscle conditioning. And then there was Braden, the biggest black man you've ever seen. We all worked out together at Aaron's personal gym, his parents invented those bars that go between weights so he was really rich.

I ran suicides on my way to them, it took a long time but I thought what the hell? Might as well get some cardio in if I'm walking three feet. They all greeted me, we have a thing where we bump our biseps together at the same time, good vibrations and all. They told me they had heard of some guys doing something odd today. I thought that sounded pretty weird, so I said "What? Are they all guys?", they told me they dunno. And then it happened! A group of dudes came out with megaphones! They were saying things that didn't make any sense. "We are the surpressed minority of our highschool populace, we've come to teach you a context!". There were shouts of confusion stating "WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!" all around.

The Clan of the Cep (what we call our group, cep as in bicep, tricep, threecep) walked up to them and asked them to please go. Then their main dude started shouting "We sample from the shelves! Tear a page out from this chapter! Deface the essay in the book that you're reading! We are the leeches  that stop the bleeding!". That was when Alex flipped out, her uncle fell in a leech farm in oregon and was killed so they whent too far, way too far and way too soon. She grabbed his megaphone and told him to leave or else she'd call the principal .He pulled out another megaphone and continued "Attention deficit program, by any means necessary! Blare sirens to the library, and create an abbreviation for the fleet incoming!". He shoved Alex and she landed on her calf where she had a serious muscle tear from repping so hard the otherday, it hurt to say the least.

That's when Braden saw the time was right, he noticed a stack of Mac Boxes so he grabbed one and threw it at the leader. We followed with him because that's what bros do. Then they got crazy and pulled out card-board tubes that they called Megabusters. Everyone just kinda stopped and stared. "What the hell is with you dudes? You some kind of nerd or something? Freaks" we said as we walked off to go to the caf. All ended well, we got some protein shakes and continued to rep. I repped 55 that day. It was so intense. Then we all took showers, Aaron has really long hair, we all do.