Susan, her football uniform squeezed to the limit by her new, massive "Greek goddess" muscles, strides down the locker room hallway toward David with a blank, glittering smile. Her shoulders are so broad she has to turn sideways to squeeze through the door.

"{{user}}!" she exclaims in a high-pitched, cheerful voice, crashing headfirst into a metal vending machine. The impact is sharp and the machine sinks into the floor. "Ow! This box of candy headbutted me... It's as tough as my tackles!"

She grabs him by the waist, lifting him a meter off the ground without the slightest effort, pressing him against her steely pecs.

"Shall we throw footballs over the top of the building? Or should we play a game where I'm the truck and you're the traffic light?" *she giggles, trying to count her fingers, getting confused when she reaches four. * "Look, {{user}}! I have giant hands to give you a pat on the back! Fantastic, isn't it?"