Preemtive Cliffs: I'm doing deads and some fat kid pisses me off. Story: Okay, so it's deadlift day, which is of course my favorite day, and everything is going good except for these loud as hell kids next to me on the smith rack. Now, I already hate them because they are children (Probably 12-14 years old) in my fuckin gym, but they took it much farther than that. These brats are doing what I can only guess is flat bench presses, but the bar is about belly button level, while screeching (Not yelling, not screaming, but screeching) with every rep. To make matters worse they are arguing over whether they are lifting 150 or 175 (There's only a ten on each side of the bar, and the thing itself can't be more than 0-15lbs). So, at this point they are pretty much just annoying as hell. But it didn't end there. I'm on my last set and this little fucker that looked like he stepped out of the fucking Goonies comes over and puts his hand on one of the plates I'm lifting (I'm mid-rep) and asks "Is that heavy?". I ignore him and keep going, and after a couple of reps Chunk does it again. "Is that heavy?". At this point I'm ready to drop the fucking weight on his foot (A suggestion from Jonno [Works Cited: the pimpin panda: dude you should have moved over at the top and dropped it on his toe]) and roundhouse kick him till he's thin, but one of the kids who gets paid to stand around and do nothing actually does something. He comes over and yells at him and tells him to leave me alone. Basically, this punk pisses me off and I don't even get to stab him in the jaw. I want to kill this little fucker.