Making of a Homo!

Then he crashed. Face first.

"Graahh—Gawk!"

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Lily's eyes went wide, her jaw dropping so low it almost hit the ground.

Around her, the other workers wore identical expressions, frozen in shock as if someone had just paused reality itself.

Not a single person moved, their brains collectively short-circuiting at the scene before them.

The only ones who didn't look like statues were Artis and... the homo guy.

Artis stood there, arms crossed, a smug grin plastered across his face like he'd just won the lottery.

Meanwhile, the homo guy's face was contorted in an expression so euphoric it was borderline pornographic.

His eyes rolled back, his knees buckling as his whole body shuddered like he'd just been struck by lightning.

Why, you ask?

Because Bicep Guy, in all his raging glory, hadn't just face-planted into the dirt.