Date: August 2nd, 2009 12:40 PM
Author: magical well-lubricated philosopher-king
Morning-room in Spackler's flat in Dead-Lift Street. The room is barren and stern. The sound of weights clanking against weights is heard in the adjoining room.
[Whok is arranging afternoon protein on the table, and after the clanking has ceased, Spackler enters.]
Spackler: Do you know what I was lifting, Whok?
Whok: I didn’t think it polite to pry, sir.
Spackler: I’m sorry for your tiny pink humility, for your sake. I lift accurately - any one can lift accurately - but I lift with wonderful expression. As far as the dumbbell is concerned, 225 is my forte. I keep decimation for Cardio.
Whok: Yes, sir.
Spackler: And, speaking of the decimation of Cardio, have you got the elliptical read for Lady AdChick?
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1055342&forum_id=2#12406587)