Tweet Victor stares at the screen in disbelief. The credits roll past in chunky white type as an electronic soundtrack thuds in the background. Was that it? he thinks. Did I really just waste £16 on that?
He picks up the DVD case. A smiling woman with a toned stomach and gleaming teeth beams at him from the cover. She doesn’t look like any medical practitioner Victor has ever seen. He flips to the back of the case to read her bio. It lists qualifications he's never heard of, and claims she studied biology at a city college in Nevada.
Victor turns back to the cover. There it is, a strapline in white Comic Sans, promising that the DVD will help him to "create the body of his dreams". He glances between the DVD and the anatomical text book lying open on the floor. Am I missing something? he thinks. Victor casts a longing look at the surgical table and box of tools behind him, and sighs.
There’s just no way Victor can make a monster by doing squats and sit ups.