Peter turned to the naysayer, smirked, and said, "Give it a rest, Leslie! You are just jealous of me. Why don't we have a push-up contest to see which one of us is the strongest?"
Instead of a verbal reply, Leslie dropped to the ground. The young man dropped beside her, and once they were both in position, the competition began, with one of their peers counting off each push-up. As they passed fifty, though, it seemed like the event could go on forever. Then, suddenly, someone shouted, "Hey! You two had better give it a rest. The Commander could show up at any minute, and then you'll both be up shit creek!"
"I'm not stopping until I've put this punk kid on the ground!" Leslie snapped.
"Whatever." Peter laughed and said, "I could do this all day, and it'll be a cold day in Hell before I lose to a girl in a strength competition!"
