Atlas Gym - Saturday

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Fred was doing his training duty at the gym today. He liked barking orders at people. Especially when they listened. Made him feel better about himself. Like a big old general.

When really, Fred was always the grunt. A solid, tank of a grunt, but a grunt nonetheless. He was pretty much loyal henchman material, down to his bones. But pretending he was more than that... that made him feel good.

[ooc: Gym is open, and the OCD fell down a well with me and there is no Lassie to help save us...]