Mack walked arownd downtown, unhappy wiv all duh people dere. It was so crowded tuhday fo' sum reason, an' seein all deez normie fukz made him annoyed. "Dis iz greasuh turf!" He thought.
But soon duh reason fo' it became clear tuh him. Apparentluh sum pansies were havin an event wiv wot dey considuhd sportz. "Fukin tennis?!" He showted, lookin at postuhz fo' a local stadium.
Mack cud see a ticket stand wiv salesmen, an' he marched on ovuh tuh git one. Duh salesman greeted Mack, an' Mack orduhed one ticket from him. As he reached owt tuh give Mack duh ticket, Mack grabbed hiz arm. Mack stared intuh hiz eyez, hiz scent strong in hiz nose. "Yain't a pansy no mo', y'hear? Yhur a fukin silvuh greasuh now. Yuh gotta be tough an' mean bruh." Duh salesman took in Mack's scent an' began tuh change. Hiz clothes became silvuh leathuh, an' hiz hair grew up and owt, gettin slick an' combed back. Duh othuh salesman an' customuh also changed, leavin onluh greasuh Men.
Mack walked away, pleased wiv hiz work, az duh salesmen started tuh write a new sign fo' duh new event dat wud happen instead: A boxin match between sum rough thugz, a true sport fo' duh Men tuh enjoy.
Mack went inside duh stadium, an' looked arownd duh standz. He cudnt wait tuh hear deez people start showtin curses an' insultz at duh thugz knockin each othuh owt. All he had tuh do now was find duh announcuhz an' let dem kno duh event was changed at duh last minute. Soon all duh fanz here wud be enjoyin sumthin much bettuh den fukin tennis.
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