Man, you are out of shape for such a skinny loser

You may be skinny, but you are definitely not in shape.

Stumbling along, your feet brush against roots and mud as you struggle to put one foot in front of the other.

"What is this shit, Cardiovascular Universe? I didn't come here to walk freakin Marathons! FUCK!" You shout out to no one in particular. Nothing greets you back but birds chirping in the trees.

What have you walked? 10, 20, 30 miles on this trail? This shit is ridiculous! What type of foolery is this! Why would a path in Blowjob Universe go on for miles?

You look back from whence you came, only to realize that Ms. Erickson's cottage can still be seen, smoke rising from the chimney.

"Fuck, I really am stupid" You realize for the 50 billionth time in your life. Not very patient either.

Well, there has to be some way to get from different locations in this Universe faster, you think to yourself. After all, this Universe was tailored to suit your every need.

"AHA!" You have an epiphany, a rare moment in your life.

The big white Horse! ABLE MASTER! You can ride the horse in order to not have to walk so much.

You crack your knuckles.