221 Protagonist vs. nightclub bouncer - place your bets

Ben stared into the eyes of the bouncer and started a nightclub mental showdown. 'I bench more than you bro…'

Unfazed, the bouncer ate the eye contact like it was a 5-piece nuggets…

He even returned his own mental barrage. 'I'm bigger than you mein…'

Yet, Ben's ego wouldn't go down without a fight, so he glanced at the big man's gunt... 'My body fat's much lower than you, bruh…'

At this, the bouncer puffed his chest out. 'I get paid…to be big…'

...

That was the end of it… Money talks, bullsh*t walks…and Ben didn't have any goddamn money… What he did have though, was a plan, in which this inner showdown with the bouncer was not a vital step, at all! 

The bouncer had his own plan, however. As he glared at Ben, he reinforced those tactics in his mind, by refining them into one basic rule—to do his job with minimum brain cell expenditure… "Keep it movin' man, private party."