I can only imagine this is the gym where that slag who threw the cat in the garbage can is bulking up to defend herself from hoards of innocent, adorable animals. God knows when an innocent cutie wittle bunny might need to be tossed in a wood chipper or a few fluffy wuffy foxies nonchalantly cast into a coal furnace. It’s hard work being a total cunt. And if you think the workout equipment is creepy, you should definitely avoid the macrobiotic juice bar. An entire pony carcass counts as “macro,” right?