Art by Teal Mussel on ArtStation.

INT. GYM – DAY

CLANG. CLANG. CLANG.

Steam curls off hot pavement. Fluorescent lights buzz above JACK — broad-shouldered, sharply dressed, sleeves nowhere in sight. His arms look chiseled by a board of directors. The suit is tailored, the smirk is earned.

JACK

(eyeing the camera)

You think I got these arms from salad and sad buns?

He deadlifts a BARBELL — on each end, a fully wrapped JUMBO JACK and CURLY FRY BUCKET. The weights SIZZLE. Literally.

JACK

No offense.

(beat)

Actually, a little offense.

He drops the barbell with a THUD. The screen trembles.

Jack paces forward like a CEO on a mission. He peels open a Jumbo Jack — steam rises like a slow clap.

JACK

We’re not in the business of disappointment. That’s for other chains — the ones that microwave flavor and deep-freeze your dignity.

He gestures toward an OFFSCREEN BURGER from a “certain king.” It SLIDES off the table. Sad.

JACK

We do it different. Real beef. Real cheese. Stacked like ambition. And our buns? Let’s just say they’ve got more integrity than some résumés I’ve seen.

Jack flexes — sleeves would’ve torn if he had any. In the other hand: a thick MILKSHAKE. He drinks. The straw struggles. It’s earned.

JACK

And these shakes?

(not looking at the camera)

They don’t come from a machine that’s wheezing like it regrets its life choices.

He turns, offering a JUMBO JACK to CAMERA — smooth, confident, like he’s handing you keys to a better life.

JACK

Next time you’re tempted by a clown, a crown, or that redheaded corner booth... ask yourself:

(leans in)

You hungry for food...

(flexes)

Or fuel?

He winks. Smash cut to BLACK.

ON SCREEN – JACK IN THE BOX LOGO.

JACK (V.O.)

Jack in the Box.

We don’t skip leg day — or flavor.

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