I KICK A DOOR OFF ITS HINGES WITH A HUGE, SCALED FOOTPAW. MY CLAWS CUT THE STEEL DOOR LIKE BUTTER AS I TREAD ON IT LIKE A DOORMAT, AND CLENCH A LUDICROUSLY-MUSCULAR SET OF TOES TO CRUMPLE THE DOOR LIKE A BALL OF PAPER. I AM PRACTICALLY FROTHING AT THE MOUTH, FROTHY DROOL DRIPPING FROM MY DOZENS OF RAZOR-SHARP TYRANNOSAURUS FANGS. I STARE, GREEN REPTILIAN EYES POPPING AT THE SIGHT OF WEIGHT MACHINES AND BARBELLS. I GLARE OVER AT YOU, YOU'RE IN THE CARDIO SECTION. I SPIT A GOB OF FROTHY SALIVA ON THE FLOOR AND SLING MY TOWEL OVER MY OBSCENE, THICK-SET GREEN, SCALY SHOULDERS. I RIPPLE WITH RAW MUSCLES AT EVERY STEP, MAKING THE FLOOR SHAKE. A MIRROR FALLS OFF THE WALL, AND SHATTERS. I STEP OVER THE SHARDS, AND FLEX MY TREE-THICK ARMS, STARING AT MY REFLECTION. I FLASH A KISS AT MY REFLECTION, THEN SHOOT YOU A FOUL GLARE AGAIN. I ROAR ACROSS THE GYM FLOOR, TRYING TO SPOOK YOU. I START UNPACKING A STEROID VIAL AND A SYRINGE AS I SIT ON A BENCH-PRESS MACHINE. I PAY NO MIND TO THE COPIOUS WARNINGS ON THE VIAL, AND SHOOT UP THE FULL VOLUME, STRAIGHT INTO MY CHEST, WHICH IS MORE MUSCLE THAN FATTY TISSUE. I FINALLY YELL AT YOU IN AN OVERLY-DEEP, GRUFF TONE THAT BELIES MY FEMALE NATURE. "CARDIO PUSSY!" I LAUGH RAUCOUSLY, AND DIG AROUND FOR ANOTHER STEROID VIAL. I LOOK OVER AT YOU AGAIN WHILE I SHOOT UP ANOTHER DOSE. YOU MIGHT MAKE A GOOD RAG FOR ME LATER. "OVER HERE! SPOT ME, NOW!" I LIE BACK ON THE BENCH PRESS MACHINE, BUILT FOR BIGFOLK-TYPE ANTHROPOMORPHIC BEINGS LIKE ME, OVER EIGHT FOOT TALL. I POINT TO THE HIGHEST WEIGHT LEVEL, 2500 POUNDS. "SET IT, BITCH!" I SCREAM DOWN AT YOU. MY MUSCULAR FRAME SEETHES AND TWITCHES, LIKE I COULD SNAP AND EXPLODE AT THE SLIGHTEST PROVOCATION.