“What did
you want to talk about? Let me guess, you’ve been taking notice of my good
report cards. What can I say; when I put my mind to something I can pretty much
do anything.”
“Didn’t you
get all C’s and B’s?”
“Yeah it’s
awesome isn’t it? Back home in Appaloosa I only got C’s and D’s except for art
which I aced of course.”
“Un huh,
anyway pack a gym bag, we’re going to start your training today.”
“What
training?”
“Every
morning and afternoon, you’re going to start working out. Cardio in the morning
and weight lifting in the evening. We’ll get your feet wet today so I can
get a gauge of your current body strength. Don’t worry, I’m not expecting
much.”
“I
appreciate the offer but I’ll have to pass. I’m an artist. We don’t need a
bodybuilder physique to sell our work. Not to mention what would happen if I
hurt my hands while working out. These babies aren’t refundable.”
“It won’t be
just your hands; I’ll break every bone in your body if you don’t hurry up and
pack your gym bag.”
“You know
its Sunday today. You shouldn’t be making threats like this on the Lord’s day.”
“You’re
trying my damn patience. GET YOUR DAMN GYM BAG BEFORE I **** **** ***!”
“Alright,
alright, I’ll go pack my stuff. But don’t expect me to do this training with a
smile.”
“You can go
on ahead without me, I’ll take a taxi to the gym and just you meet there. I’m
afraid to be in the car with someone who curses like a sailor on a Sunday. The
Watcher doesn’t like ugly, Jorvan.”
“Why I
couldn’t I just call a taxi and you drive by yourself?”
“Just stop
talking. You’re raising my blood pressure.”
“You have
high blood pressure? Are you sure you should be driving. You’re not young
anymore; you should take better care of your body. It’s a tough world out there
for senior citizens. I was taking the bus the other day and could you believe
that no one was going to get up and give this nice old lady their seat.
“You’re
killing me. Literally.”
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