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"Cahling quivers under the cold appraising gaze of the Mentzer brothers".
Imagine: you're a young budding bodybuilder circa 1982. You've just moved to California as you are on the verge of your pro-card and you want to train in the mecca and get on some magazine covers, work on your tan at the beach and slay pussy.
You look forward to your workouts everyday. You hope to see Platz, or Haney, or maybe even Arnokd or Lou might be there! Theres that super hot gym bunny that im going to pound later. Fuck life is great....You walk into Golds gym and life was never better.
You're 10 minutes into your workout when you notice the Mentzer Brothers walking in your direction with the utmost seriousness and grim expressions on their faces...
You think to yourself " oh fuck not these two assholes again! What the fuck? I wish they'd leave me alone. There's Ray wearing that musty old nautilus tee shirt again. He creeps me out. He just stands behind Mike nodding menacingly and Mike is going to lecture me on volume training. He's doing the bad Art Jones imitation again. Shit, is he wearing that Heavy Duty tank top? He hasn't changed it in a month! Fuck here it comes. What a buzz kill. Yesterday the guy spent 3 hours telling me I shouldn't be in the gym longer than 45 minutes and no more than 3 times in a week. That asshole is here every fucking day. And he never paid me back that 20 I lent him."