Nuuo pointed to several examples of the girls having super strength in the show, and having re-watching the episodes to the confirm the nonsense; Lincoln was indeed apparently passed over for yet another talent :P
I think it's even more unfair for Lincoln if he's the only one in the family who doesn't get some inherited super strength and well as no overt talent. Granted though, it's funnier because he suffers even more torment this way:
Family super strength:
"Huff, huff!" Lincoln gasped, finally managing to finish his tenth set of 25kg dumbbell reps. "Alright, now I can finally-"
"Oh hey Lana did you hear something?" Lola casually handed Lana a heavy wardrobe filled with pageant gear. "It sounds like pointless effort."
Lana cupped her ear, easily holding the wardobe with one hand; "…nah, just focus on getting this stuff in the van, we've got stuff to do!"
Lincoln looked around, and realised that in spite of his now slightly less noodley arms. every one of his sisters as well as Mom milling around him were carrying numerous heavier objects than could without breaking a sweat;
Mom absent mindedly lifted the couch up by one corner to vacuum under it, ignoring the three siblings already on the corner she lifted.
Luna lifted her amps, each easily weighing as much as he did and casually took them to the garage where her misty eye girlfriend drooled slightly at the sight.
Luan carried a collection of her old VHS tapes piled higher than herself twice over with one hand while she made cheap jokes with Mr Coconuts in the other.
Lori was holding Bobby in a bridal carry as she took him up the stairs for Time They Weren't Allowed in Her Room.
Leni was even holding Lynn's heaviest weights for Lynn, and Lynn was carrying Leni!
Lincoln stared at his now seemingly pitiful efforts and sighed.
"Dang it"
The Simple Solution (Requiem for a Loud, but also every fic where Lincoln or a family member develops a lethal illness):
"S-So you see," Lincoln shuddered, his family surrounding him around the hospital bed. "I have cancers in my brain, lungs, heart and…"
"Dick?" A sad but still blunt Lynn offered.
His eye twitched. "Yes Lynn. I have cancer down there as well. The Doctors say I only have thirteen days before I keel over and die."
"That seems awfully precise dear," his wet eyed mother mused. "How do they know so accurately?"
Lincoln shrugged. "I don't know, modern medicine I guess."
"Modern 'medicine' indeed." Lisa snorted. "I'll have this ridiculously distinct illness that these quacks suspiciously failed to notice until far too late cured easily enough."
Lincoln reached over and tried to smile. "It's okay Lisa, I don't think anyone can help me now. I don't want my death to be on your conscience."
"He's right Lisa, you're a clever girl but even you can't cure cancer with that kind of timeframe." Her father put his hand on her shoulder to give her a gentle squeeze. "We all have to accept that sometimes things are beyond us- even for you."
Lincoln pulled out a sheath of papers, "listen; I've made a plan to do stuff with everyone before day thirteen, that way we all have lots of time for one big moment each to bond and say goodbye-"
Lisa pinched the bridge of her nose, "elder brother are you entirely stupid?"
The family froze.
Lincoln's weak smile faltered. "W-why would you ask that Lisa? I worked hard on this plan-"
Lisa let out a sighed of a girl surrounded but idiots. "Because unless those cancers have riddled your Cerebral Cortex to complete impotency you should be well aware that you effectively have no time limit."
Lincoln titled his head in confusion, the rest of the family looked to be in a similar state.
"Oh for possibility fictious Christ's sake!" Lisa facepalmed, "half of you were there when I unveiled it and have no such excuse as our now brain damaged brother."
"Lisa, this is a very difficult time for us," Rita Loud's calm smile was strained. "Could you be a little more concise?"
Lisa regarded the room with a mixture of annoyance and frustration. "I thought this option would have been obvious to you all, especially since at least half of you were previously aware of it from our last session planning counters to Luan annual sociopathic-"
"Concise dear." Her mother's patience was running thin.
Lisa breathed through her nose. "I have a cryogenics pod. The same one I presented before! All we have to do is put Lincoln inside and I shall have all the time in the world to cure whatever ails him."
The room processed this.
"Oh." Lincoln sheepishly folded up his plans.
As it was Lincoln would be rapidly wheeled into the cryogenics pod, wearing his victory undies for luck. He would wake up again in three months, chilly but now cured after Lisa used her time travel-cracking level genius to cure the seemingly invincible multiple cancers, remove them and heal the damaged areas while he was frozen.
Everyone else agreed that they should have thought of this first, otherwise they could have lost their only brother/son because of a simple oversight and Lincoln's goodbye plans were quietly shelved. Instead he would make her PB+J sandwiches without complaint at whatever time Lisa wanted for the rest of his (now considerably extended) life.
Lisa of course treated the entire situation with her usual grace and good humour, which is to say she reminded them of it at every opportunity and henceforth added 'Lisa ex Machina' to her list of acceptable nicknames.
A/N: Lisa has canonically cracked time travel and had a cryogenics pod, she's a win button waiting to be pressed.
Requiem itself may have a pass since at least started long before the cryogenics pod was introduced but no fic made after said introduction, and certainly none after Mad Scientist premiered has any business being dramatic without taking these two options off the table first. It's very silly reading about the family falling into despair and acceptance when there's no reason not to expect Lisa to just point at the pod and tell them to quit contaminating her lab with pointless lachrymal secretions.
