Tim Muscleschmuck was on his way back from the gym, drinking his 64 fl oz. protein shake as per usual, when Wiseguy Sam was trying to carry a piano out from Mrs. Shmoogwyle's house. Tim saw a problem immediately. Sam was a strong guy but not lift-a-piano strong. He'd throw out his back and be crushed under the weight of the instrument. Tim knew it was his time to shine.
He chugged the rest of his protein shake, tossed the jug to the side, and ran up to Sam to help him lift. He was met with a mocking jeer. "Outa the way Tim! There ain't enough room for dis heah piano and dose funny lookin' muscles a' yours!" Tim's muscles were funny looking, and they did take up a lot of space, as was evident by the number of people unintentionally knocked to the ground by them as he walks down the street most days. So, Tim didn't take umbrage at the comment.
Sam's legs were starting to shake, and just before his knees buckled, Tim grabbed the piano and gently kicked Sam across the street. The piano was bulky, so Tim did request the help of Mrs. Shmoogwyle, to which she gladly obliged. The two of them successfully maneuvered the piano out of the house, and over to Loch Lennies Yoga and Beer Garden for their new jazz corner.
Grateful for their help, Lenny, the owner, gave them drinks on the house. As Tim and Mrs. Shmoogwyle were enjoying their beverages, Wiseguy Sam came stomping up to them, ready to pick a fight, but before he could, Tim grabbed him in a chokehold and gave him a big ol' noogie. Seeing there was an addition to their party, Lenny came over with a beer for Sam. Sam couldn't deny a free drink, so he relaxed and sat and enjoyed it with his new friends.
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