Bob, as usual, confidently stood at the door of the gym, mop in hand, prepared to wrestle with any nefarious spot consenting to spoil the splendor. However, as he stepped onto the glossy gym floor, his foot wobbled as if stepping on a fragile water balloon. Bewildered, Bob looked down and saw an unsettling sight. An ominous bubble was forming just under the otherwise immaculate polished gym floor. The transient thought of vengeful teen-pranksters with infectious laughter, subtly slid into the back of his mind. However, observing the solitude and silent calm, the reality seemed different.
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