You Better Work

“Jesus, Weir, you get a couple compliments on your arms and now you’re Jack LaLanne.”

“Sound mind in a sound body. Romans said that. I mean, they said it in Latin, but you get the gist.”

“Only exercise I like is pulling my pud.”

“Don’t pull your pud, Billy.”

“I will. Right here. Three sets of ten.”

“Leave your pud out of it.”

“Nope. Me and him are partners.”

“Just concentrate on the exercise. Hold the shaft upright.”

“Heh-heh.”

“Grasp it firmly.”

“You’re killing me, Weir.”

“Now: big strokes. Strooooooke. Strooooooooke.”

“I played this game when I was a teenager, but there was a cookie involved.”

“No cookie. But after we work out, we get protein shakes. You gotta force as much protein down your throat as you can.”

“Are you even listening to yourself?”

“C’mon, buddy. Hop to it. One more set of this and we do Romanian squats.”

“I had a Romanian squat on me once. That can go wrong real quick.”