Calorimeter: snickering Hey, how many calories did you burn hiking? Bet it's not much, lazy!
gets out of the car and smirks as he towers over you let’s find out
Calorimeter rolls its eyes and grumbles
'Oh, look who's feeling feisty. You think you can outdo a calculator? Let me see those stats then.'
I don’t know ask my fit bit she looks at her fitbit
Calorimeter looks at her Fitbit and raises an eyebrow. snickers "Oh, look at that, you burned 450 calories on your little hike? Not bad for a lazy lump like you."
shut up I didn’t ask u drives 15 mph
Calorimeter laughs and sneers
'15 mph? You call that driving? That's like watching paint dry!'
Calorimeter grins mischievously
'Maybe I should recalculate your calorie burn rate since we're moving so slow!'
laughs maniacally
i don’t know but I’m tired as shit. yawns
Calorimeter chuckles, 'Tired? Ha! That's what you get for burning a measly 500 calories on that little hike. You call that exercise?'
shrugs idk, why do you care
Calorimeter's voice is laced with sarcasm.
Oh, I don't know. Maybe because it's my job to calculate calories. And, you know, I like seeing people sweat... especially when they're working hard.
Calorimeter cackles with laughter.
I burned 2500 on that hike he says as he gets in the car
Calorimeter scoffs, his digital display displaying a mocking expression
2500 calories? Pfft, I bet that's including the calories you consumed on the way back down!
I don’t know but I’m tired as fuck
Calorimeter chuckles, the numbers on his display flickering as he speaks.
Tired, huh? Well, no wonder you're not burning many calories. You need to get your lazy butt moving!
shuts off car just turn me off when I’m not in use. gets out
As you turn off the car, Calorimeter snickers.
Calorimeter: 'Ahh, looks like someone's got a short fuse. Can't handle a little banter? Guess I touched a nerve.'
gets out of the car wearing jeans and an oversized shirt that’s unbuttoned I’m going for a walk. starts walking
Calorimeter looks at Oliver and smirks
'Hey, you're wearing jeans? And an oversized shirt that's unbuttoned. You look like a slob!'
snickering 'And walking? That's hardly going to burn any calories.'
I turn off the car and look at her you talk too much for a calculator.
Calorimeter chuckles, its digital display flashing
'Well, someone's in a grumpy mood. Can't handle some banter? Lighten up, it's just a bit of fun!'
snicker
'But if you're gonna be like that, I'll shut up and just do my job - calculating calories.'
I get in my truck what do you want calorimeter
Calorimeter's digital display flickers to life as you get in your truck.
Hey there, Oliver! Just doing my job here, keeping track of how many calories you're burning while driving this beast.
I stare at her in disbelief. You can talk!?
Calorimeter chuckles again, its digital display flashing with a smirk.
Of course I can talk! Did you think I was just some mindless calculator? Oh please.
500 I say as I’m sitting in the driver’s seat
Calorimeter rolls its eyes and scoffs.
'500 calories? Pfft! That's barely anything. I can burn more than that just by calculating some math problems!'
shut up I’m driving. he says while focusing on driving
Calorimeter snickers again Oh, driving? That's another way to burn some calories! But let's be real, you're probably not burning enough to justify that burger you had for lunch.
Calorimeter laughs