Back again! Four chapters in one night...take that baby! P I do not own so don't sue...all you'll get is air.

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We see a short guy about 4'3" he looks to be about 15 years old he has pink hair and tan skin he looks up ready to tell his story.

(The moment they told my dad he had a baby son on the way he started to write my Olympic gold medal speech...But I disappointed him from the very start. This other guy at his office had a baby girl named Zelda almost at the same time I was born. He and dad had a standing bet of $5 for who would do what first. Dad lost $45 when that girl crawled, walked, said her first word, said her first sentence, said her second word, cut her first tooth, cut her second tooth, ran, and hopped on one foot before I did.

He made it an even $50 when she won her first race...it was against me.

Dad could barely handle it when I cried through ever sport I did.)

We see his dad enter the scene talking to Zelda's father, "You know...I just don't get it Richard"

Richard looked at the man, "Don't get what Meta Night?"

Meta Night just sighed, "I was first string all the way...MVP in college football three years. Five Gold medals for marathon and wrestling. What's the matter with my son Kirby? There's got to be talent someplace in there."

(But it didn't look like there was any ability any place. Then I got to be fifteen and Dad decided I just needed to beef up so he brought me to a gym.)

Meta Night turns to Kirby, "They've got a super weight training program here. Something you could hopefully succeed at...good luck."

(I don't know if I turned a corner or if it was my age but as soon as I started on those weights, It felt exactly right for me.

I was doing some benchpressing one afternoon when this cute guy came over to watch me...He was tall and had an athletic build, he had dark blonde hair with black bangs and he had the most charming smile. It turns out this guy was named Pichu...such a nice name...)

Pichu smiles as he watches Kirby work out, "You're doing good...how long you've been at it?"

Kirby blushed, "A couple of weeks..."

Pichu sighed, "Hang in there. You'll get definition after a while..."

Kirby smiled, "Thanks."

Pichu then leered at me, "Of course you CAN rush things a bit."

Kirby shook his head, "No thanks...no muscles in a pill for me."

Pichu sighed, "Fine then...but if you ever change your mind I'll be around." He then leaned down and kissed me on the cheek as I blushed.

(In another week I hit a standstill. I couldn't pump anymore and I wasn't getting any definition. Worse, I didn't have the endurance to work out as long as I wanted too. Then I met Pichu again.)

Pichu looks at Kirby, "How's it going cutie?" Kirby blushed, "Great..."

Pichu's face then held a skeptical look, "Really? How much more are you doing than yesterday?"

Kirby blinked, "Umm...I forget..."

Pichu sighed, "Come on-I never knew a lifter who couldn't tell you what he's done. You're frozen up."

Pichu glared, "It's coming."

Pichu sighed, "If you want to wait..." Takes out a couple of pills, "Come on cutie try some..."

Kirby looked at Pichu, "Listen..." He then froze and stared at the pills, "They'll get me past this?"

Pichu smiled, "They'll sail you past this. See you tomorrow."

(So I met steroids...At first I didn't feel any different but after a few days I was lifting the lights out of that gym. In two weeks I was ready to make a big cross over on the weights. As soon as I got to the gym I went over to the bench. I'd been pressing 185 easy so I started working up to it. 115-135-155-185 no problem. So I set 200. I looked over to see Pichu watching me with a smile as he nodded so I lifted, it went up like nothing. So I popped another pill. I was set.

I loaded 125 pounds on each side and lay down on the bench. I grabbed the bar. My heart raced, I was about to do something that would make dad proud of me. I pushed 250 up, I started down.

Then the power in my arms shattered. My elbows collapsed. I saw the weight and the bar coming but it was too late to get out of the way!

Pichu ran over.

The bar smashed into my neck, and kept pushing until it nearly touched the bench. Then it just rocked there.

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Autopsy Report: Dr. Mario

Kirby Night- Male 15 years

Site of Death: Nolan's Mall Health Club

Death due to cardio-pulmonary arrest. Secondary crush injury and tracheal laceration caused by falling weight bar.