Dad, what have you done to your stomach?
And your chest.
And your shirt!
I have been working out secretly at night.
And look at me now!
Oh, my goodness gracious!
Go ahead.
Try and grab some flab.
Go on! No.
Not there.
Not there either.
Over here.
I've got some.
No.
Here.
Try my foot.
No.
Not that foot.
Just feel my biceps.
Ooh! - Whoa!
Well, what do you think of your old man now, Son?
Whoa! Damn right.
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