You keep testing me like we built the same. Sir, I got a hundred pounds on you. Please respect the frame. You talking real spicy for a man built narrow. I’m not saying I’m violent. I’m saying check the ratio. I got a hundred pounds on you, bro. What are we doing? This is poor risk assessment. Terrible decision-making. You got confidence. Love that for you. But confidence without measurements is how accidents occur. I got a hundred pounds on you, bro. Let’s go— Actually, no. Let’s use our critical thinking. You’re standing there puffed up like physics took the evening off. I’m built like the final boss. You’re built like “please sign here.” You keep poking the bear then acting shocked there’s a bear. Baby, there were signs. There was literally bear everywhere. I GOT A HUNDRED POUNDS ON YOU. Why are you talking like that? I GOT A HUNDRED POUNDS ON YOU. Please review the available facts. Height? Similar. Attitude? Cute. Mass discrepancy? CONSIDERABLE. I got a hundred pounds on you. This meeting is inadvisable. You came in with audacity. I came in with acreage. You brought little-man enthusiasm. I brought load-bearing confidence. Don’t get me wrong— I support men. I believe in men. I just think some of you need a mandatory course in dimensions. Because why are you approaching me like we’re in the same weight class? Sir. This is not a weight class. This is a zoning issue. I got a hundred pounds on you, bro. Let’s use context clues. You looked at all this woman and said, “Yeah, I should antagonize that.” Fascinating. Bold. Historically unsupported. That’s not courage. That’s a spreadsheet error. You need somebody from compliance to come review your choices. I GOT A HUNDRED POUNDS ON YOU. Why are you acting brand new? I GOT A HUNDRED POUNDS ON YOU. There is visibly more of me than you. I’m not making a threat. I’m presenting the data. You are free to proceed. But the data says: bad idea. You got little shoulders and enormous ambition. That combination keeps getting men into difficult positions. Then everybody wanna act confused. “Oh my God, what happened?” He challenged infrastructure. That’s what happened. He saw a load-bearing woman and chose experimentation. I’m not mad. I’m impressed. The self-belief is incredible. The situational awareness? Needs development. Sir, please stop squaring up with women built like sectional couches. We are comfortable. We are substantial. We are not easily relocated. I GOT A HUNDRED POUNDS ON YOU. That should’ve ended the discussion. I GOT A HUNDRED POUNDS ON YOU. Please stop submitting applications. I’m trying to be peaceful. You’re making it administrative. Now I gotta open a file called: MEN WITH POOR RISK ASSESSMENT. And your name is highlighted. Repeatedly. I got a hundred pounds on you, bro. Nothing personal. It’s mathematics.
