My villain origin story is as follows:
One day you think you're completely normal, and then you see this photo:
A Max win, before your time. Glorious, happy, a podium with his favourite teammate, GP.
But then. Then. You zoom in. You see this detail:
You think, surely not, not GP. He's not a man with abs. It can't be GP.
It is. It is GP. GP with abs.
You retreat into your void, screeching. Calling out to the other feral bats in your cave. They come all at once, screeching.
GP! Has! Abs!
The bats were never the same again.
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