[milliways_bar; oom]
It's been a while since Monk last trained. Sure, he's been keeping in shape and (mostly) watching what he eats, but he hasn't gone this far in ages.
He asked Bar, very very politely, if she could provide him with some gym-like equiptment, up in his room.
A napkin popped up with "Why?" written on it.
Resisting the urge to facepalm, he mutters to her in a hushed tone: "Do you see the people who come here? What if something happens? I'm not that strong! I can use a gun, yeah, but I can't really fight. I really don't want to shoot anybody."
Thankfully, Bar is sympathetic. After a very long pause, another napkin appears. "Done."
After some profuse thanking, Monk rushes upstairs and is greeted by a whole new part of his room. There's a punching bag the size of him, a set of handheld weights and a treadmill. It almost looks like the mini gym they had back in the department!
He gives the punching bag a test punch.
"... ow!"
He's got a lot of work to do.
He asked Bar, very very politely, if she could provide him with some gym-like equiptment, up in his room.
A napkin popped up with "Why?" written on it.
Resisting the urge to facepalm, he mutters to her in a hushed tone: "Do you see the people who come here? What if something happens? I'm not that strong! I can use a gun, yeah, but I can't really fight. I really don't want to shoot anybody."
Thankfully, Bar is sympathetic. After a very long pause, another napkin appears. "Done."
After some profuse thanking, Monk rushes upstairs and is greeted by a whole new part of his room. There's a punching bag the size of him, a set of handheld weights and a treadmill. It almost looks like the mini gym they had back in the department!
He gives the punching bag a test punch.
"... ow!"
He's got a lot of work to do.