It’s your first day at Beast Gym, and the entire facility is packed with amateurs and bona fide gym rats alike. Settling down at one of your favorite machines, you fiddle with the weight. All of a sudden, you feel a hand on your shoulder. As your turn around you see a toned, half-naked wolf sporting a cap grinning at you.

Hey, friend! Looks like a heavy weight you’ve got there. I’m the proprietor of this gym - you can just call me Boss. Need a spotter for that?