Wing Commander

"Oh, yeah? You wanna try?" asked Dima. He dropped the weights, and they put a dent in the ground. He walked over to a punching bag resembling a human. Dima did a few kicks and punches on it. Then did a spin back kick. The kick tore off the entire torso of the punching bag, shooting sand everywhere. Dima turned to look at Blair, a grin on his face. "Wooops", he grinned.
 
Blair looked at Dima, "Whoops- you just ripped the torso out of that poor defenceless thing and you say whoops."

He then began laughing- that was understatement and both of them knew it when Dima began laughing as well.
 
Dima let out a good, heart laugh. "You'r right Blair, that was a serious understatement", he chuckled.
 
Blair laughed then walked over to where the weights sat and knelt down before them, gripped the bar in both hands and picked it up off the floor. He looked over at Dima, a smile on his hands and said, "See- what did I tell you."

After he put the weights back on the rest he turned, saw Dima's face and laughed.
 
Dima walked back to the weights. "I got a fractured shoulder, okay?' he asked indigantly. He picked up the weights in his left hand.
 
Blair put one hand to his face and shook his head; he hadn't laid down a challenge to Dima but Dima had thought so and was going to get himself injured if he tried too hard. He looked at the weight and said, "Okay. I give up, you win. Now will you put down the weights."
 
"Whatever. Just trying to have some fun", said Dima, throwing up the weights. They crashed down, leaving a hole in the floor.
 
Blair sat down and laughed- he had just seen Dima put a hole in the floor with the weights. He looked at Dima as he got to his feet and put one hand onto his shoulder then looked at the floor, "I would hate to have to explain this to Captain Eisen. I'm damn glad that I didn't do that."

He then began laughing again, almost falling to the floor with laughter.
 
Dima let out a chuckle. "I'll just say that it was my bad shoulder", he grinned.
 
Blair smiled then looked at the floor again, "That actually might work- that is crazy enough to work but then again look who I am talking to."

He stood and slapped Dima on the back and laughed lightly.
 
Blair looked at Dima with a fake shocked expression, "I am not a crazy person. I am far from it-"

He didn't finish though becasue he began laughing hard when he saw the look on Dima's face.
 
Dima laughed as well. "We both are, I guess. I mean, what's so funny?" he asked through laughing. "Oh, wait a minute. You're funny, funny looking!", he chuckled.
 
Blair looked shocked at that, as least he tried to look shocked. He looked at Dima and said, "I am not funny looking- I am strange looking thank you very much. Didn't you know that is why the cats hate me. They can't stand the look of my face."

He then burst out laughing again and fell to the floor.
 
"They can't jsut stand it. They die when they look at it!" laughed Dima, clutching his side in mirth.
 
"I wondered why I was killing them so easily- they get on look at my ugly face and kill themselves; oh shit that is priceless. Cats commiting suicide and over little old me."

Blair tried to stop laughing but found that he couldn't which was getting a few weird looks from the other pilots which caused him to laugh some more.
 
Dima chuckled a bit more, then saw the look on the other pilots' faces, and fell to the ground, shaking with laughter.
 
Blair looked at the other pilot's and then at Dima and burst out laughing again; still trying hard to stop but knew that he was losing the battle.
 
Dima suddenly stood up, still laughing, as sirens blared. "Oh, crap. Hahaha. The haha Mantis are attacking hahahaha", he laughed. Then he ran down the hallway, laughing.
 
Blair ran down the hallway to his room still laughing and after grabbing his flight suit and helmet and putting them on he ran to his ship and jumped into it, powered it up and flew out to join the rest of his squadron in the large battle that was happening around the carrier.
 
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