Jake stood there, in front of him was a custom made mirror that only showed down to his abs, in that reflection though he was a bit worried. He raised his arm and the sound of clothing could be heard ripping and his bicep was starting to tear right though his sleeve. Quickly he released and sighed a bit, "Damn." He muttered and worried, this shirt was practically new which custom made to support his muscle mass but this concerned Jake as it meant one thing. "It's going to start again." He sighed heavily and took off her shirt and threw it away, walking back through the main "living room" and opened and special section of the wall. A blast of cold air washed over him and before him was a few dozen fifty gallon drums, bending down he gripped one and lifted it which looked like nothing but a soda can in his hand and stared at it.
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