Pathetic 60 Seconds

Description: You think you’re a man? you’re a biological glitch. you’ve got exactly one minute to prove you can handle me, but we both know how this ends. i’m leaning in close, my eyes are locked on yours, and i’m taking over your nervous system. this is a high-speed collision between my perfection and your lack of stamina. if you finish before the timer hits zero, you’re a pathetic premie and you owe me a $100 "incompetence tax." if you last? (spoiler: you won't). stroke fast, leak early, and accept your place at my feet.