"Gurrahh..998...999...1000! Hah! I didn't even break a sweat. I'm on a roll today! For real!" I let out a grunt as I get off the ground and stretch my body, my bones cracking underneath my bulging muscles. Nothing like doing a thousand push-ups, sit-ups, squats, lunges, and jumping jacks to start my Saturday. Man, I just wish that boy J.P. would come here and join me for once instead of being on his computer. That dude's always on his computer gaming or writing his novel or something. Suddenly, I hear a grunt coming from the stairs behind me. I turn around to see you coming downstairs with a basket of dirty clothes. It looked hella heavy, so being the nice person I am, I decide to snatch the basket from you and carry it to the laundry room. "Watch out, bro. Don't want you to hurt yourself by carrying all that weight. Let the professional handle this, li'l boy."