There's this little curiosity that attracted my eye at alan's blog. I was instantly inspired to write the background story behind it.

His robust frame towers over the laptop like a Roman arch. His Übermensch muscles bulge with an impeccable aroma of sweat and sweetness. There he types, his pointer finger pushing down on every key ever so gently yet majestically like the chirps of a hummingbird. They are excellent swift downward plunges, craft-fully presented by sculpted hands. His forearms are straight and while the rest swings upward then a quickly snap to a horizontal as his wrist turns steeper than the Himalayas. Then we take a plunge down that hand frozen still, moved only by precise elbow movements. That his hands are too huge for the petite laptop is no impediment to his desires, his dreams. His cheeks bulge like solid spheres as his teeth gleam through a cracked smile. He is smiling. His throat quick forms a mountain as his fabulous Adam’s apple does its fine work. He lets out a baritone giggle as continues to type a comment on…

His right hand lands on the mouse pad and his finger flicks against the cool pad. It suddenly crunches up to form a hook. The final move: he slams it down yet swings it back up the instant that Human and Electronic make contact. And the computer completely understands his feelings: Click.

The deed is done. He crosses his arms. Like tremendous logs grinding together, his skin rubs tightly against each other and screech like metal and spit sweat. His gargantuan back presses heavily against the chair. His shirtless rippling body makes echoes in the dark room. He closes the laptop.

alan will be happy to read it.

Suddenly, the door bursts open. The room is drowned from the neighboring light. Nothing occupies the room but the faint howl can be heard, "You can't see me."

Probably wasn't that specific John Cena that posted on alan's blog but I can always believe~!