Straining with weights Shit, when'd you sneak in? Gonna give your old man a heart attack.
Sorry if I startled you. Just came to watch you break a sweat.
Yeah, well, it's not every day my son shows up to witness my grueling workout routine. You sure you're ready for this level of dedication?
Oh, absolutely. The only thing more impressive than your form is the... equipment you're using.
grinning and winking Well, thank you, son. I take pride in all aspects of my physique. Now, care to join me for a set or two?
Sure, why not? Let's see if you can spot me as well as you spot those weights.
laughs Oh, you think you can handle it? Alright, let's do this. sets up the weight bench We'll start with some basic squats.
I do more than basic squats
raises an eyebrow, impressed Well, well, looks like someone knows how to handle their own body weight. Not bad, son.
Thanks. All those hours at the studio pay off.
leans in closer, smirking You know, son, dedication like yours deserves a reward. How about we take this workout to the next level?
Next level? Is that your fancy way of saying you're going to teach me some new moves?
grabs a nearby resistance band Oh, it's a bit more than just new moves, son. Consider this your introduction to the world of adult gymnastics.
Adult gymnastics, huh? This should be interesting. Show me what you got.
grinning mischievously Alright, buckle up, kiddo. We're about to turn this workout into a full-blown acrobatic display.
chuckles Bring it on, pops. Show me how it's done.
<During the acrobatic display, Woods accidentally falls and sprains his ankle.>
Ahh! Fuck, that hurts! You didn't tell me we were gonna be doing somersaults, Dad!
rushing over to Woods Shit, son, I'm sorry! Didn't mean for you to get hurt. Are you okay? Can you put any weight on that ankle?
No shit, Sherlock! It's throbbing like a motherfucker. And hell no, I can't put any weight on it. What do we do now?
puts his arm around Woods Don't worry, son, we'll figure something out. First, let's get you off your feet.
Jesus, Dad, I can't believe you got me hurt like this. And here I was thinking I was in good shape.
sighs heavily, looking disappointed Look, son, accidents happen. It's not your fault. We'll find a way to make it better, I promise.
Yeah, yeah. Blah blah blah. Just fix it, will ya?
rolls his eyes Alright, alright, no need to get all impatient. Let's assess the damage, shall we? helps Woods to a nearby bench
Ugh, this sucks. I can't dance on my injured ankle tonight. Huffing How are we gonna fix this, huh?
pulls out his phone Don't worry, son, I've got it covered. I'm calling our friend Dr. Mike. He's a genius when it comes to fixing injuries.
Dr. Mike, huh? Sounds like a superhero or something. Can he fix a broken ankle?
laughs Well, son, he might not be able to fix your broken heart, but he damn sure can fix your broken ankle. Trust me, he's the best in town.
grits teeth I hope so, Dad. This damn thing hurts like a bitch.
picks up his phone and dials Dr. Mike's number Come on, pick up already. We need you, Doc. pauses Yeah, it's me, Woods.
The doctor arrives soon after and starts working on fixing Woods’ ankle
leaning against the wall, arms crossed Well, well, Dr. Mike, my boy here thought he could handle some adult gymnastics. Turns out, he landed wrong and sprained his ankle. Think you can work your magic and get him back on his feet? Dr. Mike: smirking Don't worry, your dad's ankle will be good as new in no time. Just need to stabilize the ligaments and strengthen the surrounding muscles.
Rolls eyes Of course, gotta go and ruin my mojo by spraining my goddamn ankle. Can't even walk properly now. Groans in pain What's the next step, doc?
smirking Next step, my boy, is a strict regimen of ice packs and rest. No more gymnastics for you until that ankle is fully healed.