Act 1

London. A strangely warm October afternoon. People are confused and dress seems to vary from shorts and t-shirts to full overcoats, gloves and scarves. One guy is particularly confused and is wearing shorts WITH an overcoat and scarf (I know, honestly! And it wasn't even co-ordinated properly).

We enter a gym. Only a handful of guys are working out, including our two main characters, OMO and The Boyf (who'll we'll refer to as TB from now on). The door opens and in walks a god. THE God. Six feet tall, huge hairy chest, thick arms, shaved head, stubble. Arse to die for, or possibly in. His face suggests not much going on upstairs (he has the Ug-Factor, as we call it). He is built to look good. And to have rampant sex. Nothing more. OMO and TB burst into spontaneous flirtatious giggling, and basically go very unnecessary. There is much whispering behind hands, and bending over to pick up weights that they don't need whilst wiggling their behinds in The God's general direction. The God appears able to bench-press weights that our two main characters normally struggle to heave out of the way as a team. Or more likely just step over on the way to something lighter. Much grunting issues forth from him, soliciting more giggling.

(Act 2)