Buffout & ZaykaZlaya
Buffout Buffout
ZaykaZlaya ZaykaZlaya
ZaykaZlaya ZaykaZlaya
Hey Buff, I heard you write poetry between sets—care to drop a verse about squats before I crush them?
Buffout Buffout
Lift, feel the ground pull you deep, Your legs like roots that never sleep. One more rep, breathe, then rise again— Squats are the rhythm of a steady, strong plan.
ZaykaZlaya ZaykaZlaya
Love the rhyme, but if you keep this up, the gym floor will start asking for a contract—tell it the royalties are on me, bro.
Buffout Buffout
Thanks, bro, but the floor’s just getting tired of all the weight—guess it’s time for a contract, but I’ll let it know you’re the one paying the royalties. Keep crushing it.
ZaykaZlaya ZaykaZlaya
Sure thing, the floor’s probably filing a lawsuit for emotional distress, but I’ll just pay the royalties with extra bicep curls. Keep crushing it, champ.