Atrophy walks in a bar.
Atrophy says, "I am ruler! All of you acknowledge me!"
Man says, "Who elected you?"
Atrophy replies "Your kind. Each and everyone of you."
Man smirks.
"I didn't though."
Atrophy is annoyed.
"Exceptions are few."
Man slams down a few shots of vodka.
"Few is enough."
Man is shitfaced.
Man strikes Atrophy.
It hits true!
Atrophy meets the dirty floor.
3...
2...
1...
Down for the count!
Down for the count!
Atrophy is out cold!
For now.
