robin needed a workout. he needed to pump his guns. he needed to fire up the old muscles. he needed to excersize his cool bod. he walked into the gym.
"welcome to planet fitness," wii fit trainer said. "for one month only subscription is only-"
"time to tip the scales," robin interrupted.
"what?" wii fit trainer said puzzled.
robin pushed wii fit trainer out of the way and walked over to the weighing station.
"time to tip the scales," robin repeated in the same tone. he grabbed hold of one of the machines and toppled it over.
"hey, stop that!" wii fit trainer called.
robin did not comply. he grabbed two more machines and knocked them to the ground.
"what the fuck are you doing?!" wii fit trainer said.
"time to tip the scales," robin answered.
wii fit trainer reached for the phone. "i'm calling the police." she began entering the number. robin tossed his book at the phone. with a light tap, the caller i.d. was replaced with the words "SERVICE DISCONTINUED" in Joker font.
"those cost 3,000 dollars each. i'm going to go bankrupt. i'll have to sell my house if this keeps up," the sadwoman lamented.
the heartless robin had demolished every last piece of equipment in the room. he then left for greener pastures. wii fit trainer did 76 ab crunches in despair.