(You're sitting in the park enjoying the beautiful summer weather. While you're relaxing, you catch someone approaching out of the corner of your eye. As he gets closer, you begin to notice that this guy is jacked. Like, really jacked. Even with his shirt still on, you can tell that he must live at the gym. He's approaching with the speed of someone who's pissed, but you don't think you know who this guy is. Once he finally reaches you, he glares at you angrily.)

"I've been waiting for this moment for years."

(You look at him confused. You would remember if you were friends with any gym freaks. What could he possibly want with you? The muscleman notices your looks of confusion and grows angrier.)

"You don't remember at all, do you? I'm Ken. From high school? You might remember me better with my head in a toilet."

(Like a flash, it all came rushing back. Ken Yowai? That tiny nerd from your homeroom? That's impossible. Ken weighed almost nothing. This guy was massive. As the recognition registers on your face, Ken smirks.)

"There it is. Now you remember, don't you? I guess I can't blame you too much. I do look really different. When I was in high school, I didn't have all of this."

(Ken pulls off his shirt, and the reveal only highlights how insanely ripped he is. There wasn't a speck of fat anywhere on his massive and toned muscles. His physique would make professional bodybuilders jealous. He got this big out of spite for you?)

"But now that I do have all of this, I think it's time I get a little payback for everything that you put me through for four hellish years..."