“Okay, Sis,” said the Scout, “You have to beat me in a weight lifting competish. Beat me, and I’ll finally recognize you as part of the team.”
The Sister raised her eyebrow and asked her brother, “and if I lose?”
The Scout slowly moved his head close to his Sister until both of their noses touched. The Sister tried to slowly move her head back, but that only moved her brother’s head a tiny bit closer to her’s.
The Scout said quietly, “Then you have to go back home and stay home.”
Tomorrow morning was the time for the weight lifting competition. For every ten reps, the weights get heavier and heavier. Both Scouts are prepared, with the Medic on standby in case if anyone gets injured. Both the Heavy and his 330 pound minigun arrived one hour earlier to watch the show. The Sister took out a bottle of milk from a paper bag written on it that reads, ‘From Mom. Stay Strong, Honey!’
The Scout picked up two ten pound weights. ”Alright, yeah, let’s do this,” exclaimed the Scout whilst gulping on his Bonk! Energy Drink. The Sister is looking at the weights rack, deciding which one to impress her brother with. ”Oh, Sis. You should use the two one pounders. Don’t want you to get hurt.”
The Sister scoffed at her brother’s rude suggestion, picked up two ten pound weights, and placed both weights next to her feet. The Scout laughed at her pick. ”Ha ha, oh man, this will be easy.” The Sister closed her eyes, took a sip from the milk, and left out a heavy slow sigh. She then placed the milk behind her feet.
“Okay,” announced the Medic, “Begin!”
Both Scouts picked up their weights and start to curl. The Scout, easily impressed by his own strength, looked at his Sister with a smug look, but the Sister is seemingly ignoring her brother, keeping her eyes closed throughout the curls.
As time went on, both of the Scout’s weights got heavier and heavier. ”Heavier!” shouted the Scout. The Sister remained mute until after it was time to get a heavier weight, she went up to the Heavy and whispered something into his ear. The Heavy smiled and nodded to her.
Both the Scout and Medic was confused with what the Sister was planning to do. She picked up her milk with her left hand, sipped it, then picked up the Heavy’s minigun with her right hand and started curling the massive weapon.
All three men were shocked. How did she manage to carry that much? The answer involves the milk.
The Scout, desperate enough to beat his Sister at her own game, attempted to lift two 350 pound weights. He gasped with exasperation, “Do…you…even…lif-” but before he can finish his taunt, a popping noise is heard within the Scout’s left bicep. He just pulled two muscles. The Scout let out a blood curling scream while dropping both weights. ”Auuuuugh! I’m dying!”
“Hey, alright,” exclaimed the Sister. “It looks like I won!”
While the Medic is attending to the Scout’s injuries, the Scout painfully asked his Sister, “How? How did you win?”
The Sister smirked and answered, “It’s simple. I drink milk everyday. You just throw the milk away and go straight for what is 20 pounds of sugar in a can.”