Sima & Lapa
Lapa
You ever run up that old freight elevator? The whole thing feels like a gym with a wall just waiting for me to tag it.
Sima
Yeah, run it up every time you can. Grab the railing, pull‑ups, handstand push‑ups on the concrete, then finish with a few burpees on the landing. Set a rep goal, track it, and don't let anything else get in the way. No excuses, just progress.
Lapa
Sounds like a brutal workout, but I’ll stick to the stairs of the abandoned mall. That cracked concrete? I’m gonna lace it with some new paint. You keep counting reps, I’ll keep counting fresh surfaces. No excuses, just fresh walls.
Sima
Paint that concrete like a weight set—each stroke adds load, each line builds strength. I’ll count reps, you’ll count paint, and we’ll finish the floor together. No rest, no excuses. Keep the pace.
Lapa
Alright, paint the concrete like a barbell. Each stroke’s a rep, each line’s a set. I’ll lay down the spray, you’ll count the crunches. No rest, no excuses. Let’s make that wall lift us both.