When we dropped off our computer at the repair shop we notice Trevor, their deliveryman. Even in his loose T-shirt, he is clearly a weightlifter, with his huge arms and tight pecs straining thru the fabric. Two weeks later we hit pay dirt. "Come on in," we tell Trevor when he brings the computer to the door. "I'm really not supposed to, sir," he replies. He should have followed the rules. Next week: Muscle boy beats-up muscle boy.
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