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>I don't care what the fuck you are"
>anon leans back in his chair, content in his super serious comment on /biz
>he looks over at the drawn blinds next to his unkempt bed
>its been almost an hour since his last meal, time to grab something else to eat
>he minimizes the page, can't have mom seeing what websites he visits
>he waddles past his 10 pound weights next to his door
>"i'll lift some tonight, i swear" he promises himself for the 23rd day in a row
>he goes down the stairs one step at a time, ever careful of his gut pulling him down
>at the bottom his parents glance up from the living room couch
>"a-anon, nice to see you today, going out with some friends?"
>"not today mom, it's my relaxation day"
>"fucking bitch, asking me what i'm doing, shut the fuck up" he thinks to himself
>in the kitchen he grabs the bag of chicken tendies from the freezer, arranges most of them on a plate, and puts the min the microwave
>"sure they aren't that healthy" he thinks, "but they have protein! i'll start eating better once i really start lifting"
>he pulls the plate of chicken tenders out of the microwave and begins to lumber back to his room
>he passes the unopened container of protein powder, not even giving it a second thought
>back in his room he slams the door and plops down at his computer, already halfway through the plate of tenders
>he reopens /biz and sees that he hasn't actually submitted his post yet
>he sees a shitposter replying with image of a fedora to his previous post, before he can send the message
>he angrily adds the words "but I can see that you are an incel" to the end, and presses "post"
>"heh, that'll show them" he thinks, shoveling tendies into his mouth