GOING TO HAWAII

The Jinx System chuckles menacingly. "Yes, I will like to see the day you surrender, my future slave."

Mabus's face contorts in rage, his voice thundering through the room. "Who the hell are you, not in my fucking life, not in my entire life, am I going to be your slave? If you know what's good for you, you should go back and look for someone else. Because as long as Mabus -" he taps his chest with an exaggerated motion, like a fancy Nancy, classy Mabus - "is alive, I will never be your slave!"

The Jinx System's purple screen pulsates with an ominous power, its digital eyes blazing with intensity. "We'll see about that, Mabus. We'll see about that..."

He sneers, rolling his eyes at the system. "Who the hell will see what, with you? You rubbish system that knows nothing but to curse and torment innocent, handsome guys like me. Ah, my miserable life... I wonder how many have suffered at your hands."

The system's existence soon disappears from his room, giving him the time to sigh in relief. His face is like screaming, "What the heckkkk! Brother! Thank God it's gone!"

He focuses back on his CARV game, chatting with the player Yaru. "Gotcha!" he says, triumphant.

Yaru responds, "No, I gotcha!"

Mabus grins. "No K.O!"

Yaru laughs. "Oh men! Noooo! He is lit, SYK!"

The game goes on for rounds and rounds until he finally gets exhausted, saying goodbye to Yaru and promising that they will play next time.

He closes the game interface and turns to his bed, staring at the clock and running his hungry stomach. He walks out of his door, which is blinking red with a red button as it opens. he closes his door and the enjoyment of his room now goes to the gadget and slippers on the floor.

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The gym was a sleek, modern space with mirrored walls and a polished chrome floor that reflected the intense glow of the fluorescent lights overhead. The air was thick with the smell of sweat and the hum of machinery, and the sound of clanging weights and heavy breathing filled the air. Rows of machines lined the walls, their steel frames and cables gleaming in the bright light. The treadmills whirred and rumbled, their digital displays flashing with each step. The weight machines creaked and groaned, their metal arms flexing and extending with each lift. The stationary bikes whirred and hummed, their spinning wheels a blur of motion.

Mabus was in the middle of a intense workout, his muscles flexed and sweat dripping from his brow, when his dad burst into the room with a warm smile on his face. "Mabus, my boy!" he exclaimed, holding up a small, shimmering coin.

What ghost am I seeing? Why is he being so fucking enthusiastic? Mabus thought to himself, his eyes widening in surprise as he turned to face his dad. He almost tripped over his own feet, his muscles tensed from the sudden interruption.

"Mabus, my boy!" his dad exclaimed again, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "I've been thinking, and I just want to spend some quality time with you. No distractions, no interruptions. Just us."