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INTRUDER ALERT. MARLBORO SECURITY DRONES ACTIVATED. INTRUDERS WILL BE CAPTURED AND CONVERTED.

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Smoke break.

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"What's up, bro? You don't recognize your budides from the chest club? Yeah, over summer we got a voucher for this new gym downtown, Marlboro Bros. We thought it would be fun to go there to make fun of all the meatheads there. Bro, were we wrong! The gym was full of real men, dedicated to become the best version of themselves and to sculpt their bodies into perfect shape. It was so inspiring to go there. One session and we were hooked and look at us now! We used to look like you: weak and pathetic - no offence bro, but one look at us and you know it is true - and now we are real men! But don't worry bro, Marlboro Bros always welcome new members. So come with us and join the club!"

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This is Bob.

Bob used to be a dull guy. Then he decide to get his act together.

Be like Bob.

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"Smoking inside a police car against the law, eh? Who are you going to call? The cops?"

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"Hey man, if you want to have a good time, follow us."

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Freshly out of the Marlboro conversion chamber, the two Recruitment Units, formerly known as members of Stop Smoking Now, received their first tasks: to bring in their former colleagues, so that they could become useful members of society like them.

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"Welcome home, honey. Now get out of that monkey suit and dress up. We have a party to go to."

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Smoke break

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At first, the team had some reservations when the boss came to them with the anouncement that Marlboro had become a sponsor of them. Their opinion changed, however, after the first few laps in their new suits and the state-of-the-art helmets their new sponsor had provided. They now thought it was an honor to be sponsored and owned by the big corporation and they would do anything to help its cause.

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After being enlightened by Big Tobacco and after his brain had been wired by the smoke, he finally knew who he truly was. He was a slave of Big Tobacco. He was nothing more than a pawn, a cog in a bigger machine. His goal: bring others into the fold.

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"Come on, man, I know you've quitted smoking last week, but you have been staring at me all night. I know you want it. Here, one drag wouldn't hurt."

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A real man keeps his word

By many of his friends, Tony's dad was regarded as the coolest. They thought he was cool with his leather jacket and his motorbike and not to forget, the ever present cigar in his mouth. And although Tony had a huge respect for him, he couldn't help it but to feel a bit jealous of his dad. It was as if his friends didn't really want to hang out with him, but rather with his dad. He wished more than once, that he could be as cool and manly as his dad.

One day, when he was around 15 years old, he thought he found the solution: smoking. It would be so cool to show up at his mates with one of his dad's cigars. He would get so many street creds for that. He imagined casually lighting it up in front of his friends, just like his dad did. To take a deep pull and let out a slow exhale. To hand the cigar to his friends and see how they would choke on the smoke... That would prove how badass he was!

Those images settled in his mind and over time he got more determined that he would do it. So, one evening, while his father was working on his motorbike, Tony walked into his father's study. He knew where to go. He had been plenty of times in that room. He opened the cabinet where his dad kept his humidor. He noticed how his hands were trembling in anticipation. He steadied himself and he opened the top of the humidor. Dozens of brown sticks seemed to look at him Tony took a breathe, he could smell the earthy aroma comong from the cigars. It was as if they were beckoning him. They invited him to take one. They were the key to everything he wanted. He only had to take one and he would become like his dad. Cool... strong... a man.

For a second, he hesitated. He would be stealing from his dad. His dad had always been good to him and he had always given him anything he wanted and he would reward him by being dishonest to him. It was wrong. Yet, the urge to take a cigar was stronger.

Tony moved his hand towards the cigars. He picked one up. A fewling of euphory washed over him. Soon he would be the cool guy... the guy his mates looked up to... the guy- "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING, SON?" his father said in a loud voice.

Tony snapped out of it. There he was, his hand still in the humidor. He was literally caught red-handed, like a child with his hand in the cookie jar. He felt his cheeks turn red. There was no point in lying. "I... I wanted to try one of your cigars, dad." "And why would you want to do that, son?", his dad asked. "I... I don't know... I mean it looks so cool... so manly... I mean, look at you! You smoke and drive your bike everwhere. You are the coolest guy in town... and... and...," he stumbled over his words. He felt so bad. "... and you thought that by smoking cigars, you would become a man?" his father finished the sentence, "Let me tell you this, son, smoking doesn't make you into a man, nor does driving a motorbike. Hard work, honesty and keeping your word... Those are the things that make real men." Tony could hear how disappointed his father was. He wanted to cry. "I am sorry, dad. I will never try smoking again!" His father saw how sorry his son was. In a softer voice he said: "I believe you son. Let's make a deal, you and I. If you work hard, be honest and keep your word and you don't start smoking until you are 21, you will get biking lessons as a reward." Tony, knowing that this was his way to redemption, promised it immediately.

From that day onwards, a change came over Tony. He used to be a bit of a slacker, but now he always gave his best. He worked hard in school and even though he was not a star student, he was always content with his grades, knowing that he gave it his all. Over the years he also was never caught lying. Always being honest was hard at first, but over time it gave Tony a confidence that he never imagined he could have. As for smoking, the temptation was always there, especially when several of his friends started smoking, but whenever the temptation became too strong, he just remembered the words of his father. "Hard work, honesty and keeping your word... Those are the things that make real men." He didn't do it because of the biking lessons. That was a nice bonus, but he really did it, because he wa ted to become a man, like his dad.

His father saw how his son had changed and he was proud of him. He was becoming a real man. He knew that several of his friends had started smoking, but he knew in a way that only fathers can know, that his son hadn't broken his word. He knew he could trust him.

So, on his 21st birthday, Tony got biking lessons and a few months later, he got his license. As he walked into the garage to tell his father the good news, he was astonished. For a moment he thought he saw double. Next to his dad's bike stood another bike. His dad came from behind, "Surprise, son." Tony was dumbfounded. His dad laughed. "You think you are up for a ride with your old man? I might know a thing or two that they don't tell you at those biking lessons." A grin appeared on Tony's face. "Of course!" "Great! Put this on!" His dad gave him a leather biker jacket. In less than a second, Tony had put the jacket on. There was something off, though. There was something in the inside pocket. He put his hand in and to his surprise he took a cigar out. "But... I thought... you always said... that cigars don't make you into a man." His dad grinned, "True son, but by working hard and keeping your promisses, you have shown that you ARE a man. The cigar is just a symbol for that." Tony walked up to his dad and embraced him. The recognition from his dad was the best gift he could ever receive.

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A few months later, at the outskirts of town, two bikers stop at a parking place near the river. They take off their helmets and enjoy the fresh evening breeze. Almost in tandem their hands reach into their inside pockets, where they remove a cigar. As the older guy lights his cigar, the younger fumbles in the pockets. Once the cigar of the older guy is lit, the other ask: "Hey, can I use your lighter?" The other one grins, "Did you forgot yours again, son? It seems that there is still a lot your old man needs to teach you." Tony smiles as he lights up his cigar. He had become quite the expert.

The two men sit in silence, enjoying their cigars as they look into the sunset.

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WARNING: SMOKING MAY INCREASE MASCULINITY

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"You think you have it in you to train with the real men? Then light up and let's begin. We will make sure that at the end of the night it is not just your lungs that will be hurting. But don't worry, boy, you will learn to love it."

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Teaching the boyfriend to smoke.