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[coughinguplove]

*there is a housewife lounging in front of the Mess Hall, looking fairly engrossed in a cookbook. It's almost a day in the life, but for the company she's keeping.*

Are you boys ready?

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[runningmouth]

*Speed hits a button on his computer, and it starts playing Karate Kid music.*

I am now.

[asdflkjgh]

...

[runningmouth]

I'm the best, around~

[asdflkjgh]

Training music?

[asdflkjgh]

[over here warming up!]

Yes.

[coughinguplove]

Good. Don't be surprised if you're still sore later.

[asdflkjgh]

Can handle it.

[coughinguplove]

Out of curiosity, what are you hoping to get out of this?

[my_name_now]

*does that arm-tugging stretch*

I'm good.

[coughinguplove]

We'll see.

[my_name_now]

Yeah, you will. Bring it on.

[coughinguplove]

Since you asked so nicely...

[worthtempting]

[can I just watch?]

[runningmouth]

Sophie, you can be coach! That means you bring us drinks and offer words of wisdom in a bad New York accent!

[worthtempting]

I haven't the slightest idea what a New York accent sounds like, but I suppose I could manage the drinks part. Is this the sort of training that ends in terrible beating, or only moderate bruising and slight muscle strain?

[runningmouth]

From what I've heard, terrible beating.

[canned_al]

Ah?

[coughinguplove]

Come to join us, Al?

[canned_al]

Um, I-- . . .

I guess so?

[coughinguplove]

Good, good!