"What in the final destination are you guys doing to me? I should have died at least a hundred times by now."
Son-join said, as he flopped on the floor, tired, out of breath, and trying to stop his soul from leaving him.
"Stop complaining, you inferior specimen of fecal matter."
Langa said as he sat next to him. It was the best insult he could come up with and in a short space of time he had taken to talking just like him when conversing with him.
King laughed inwardly. He knew that Langa was still salty because Son-join had already taken the spotlight because of his humorous nature.
He set down after carrying some weights and putting them next to Son-join. Son-join eyes almost popped out. He gave up on talking and tried to get as much rest as he could before they made him suffer again.
