@Fit4Ycars Simon. “Oh.. well.. I'll tell the office he will be fine and he will be back at the office within the week..”

@Fit4Ycars Simon. “Minor head injuries at best and maybe a broken leg.”

@Fit4Ycars Simon. “Nobody notices him unless he's with me. Oh well.”

@Fit4Ycars Simon. “How ya gonna do that now?”

@Fit4Ycars Simon. “He's a wall flower. Nobody besides you knows he's even a real person.”

@Fit4Ycars Simon. “He's too much of a... Wuss.”

@Fit4Ycars Simon. “He won't change. Guys like him don't change. He'll be doormat for the rest of his life.”

@Fit4Ycars Simon. “That's from what I've seen from experience. Trust me.”

@Fit4Ycars Simon. “He's.. He's weak. I've worked with him and he's incapable of changing. It's too late.”

@Fit4Ycars Simon. “He doesn't speak up. He lets everyone walk over him. To be frank with you, I /pity/ him more than anything.”

@Fit4Ycars Simon. “He's a grown adult. If he was 16, he would have a chance to change. He's grown. It's too late for him.”

@Fit4Ycars Simon. “He's like a puppy, and I feel sorry for him. His own mother hates him.”

@Fit4Ycars Simon. “But.. I visited her once and... She liked me.”

“It's me again.”

“Ooh, little Simon!” Takes Simon. into a headlock.

“Hello, gorgeous.” @Fit4Ycars

@Fit4Ycars “My.. My, you look stunning today.”

@Fit4Ycars “How's our little Simon doing?”

@Fit4Ycars “Stunt? I have no idea what you're referring to.”

@Fit4Ycars “No.. No.. What is it you're accusing me of?”