Fuhrer: Ok, now pull-ups...Havoc..good(18)
Roy:Myturn...1...2..3...this...is...for...Riza...Hawkeye...miniskirts...and..all...of...the...women...who...can't...do...pull-...ups...20. Done.
Riza: Wtf! Let me go! (Hayate is in one hand and the other is on the bar.)
Fuhrer: Hawkeye, there is no way you can do it one-
Riza:1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10...11...12...13...14...15...16...17...18...19...20...21...22...23...24...25..26...27...28...29..30..is that enough?
Fuhrer: (mouth open) Yep! That's good!
Riza: (walks past Roy), now what were you saying?
Roy: Ummmmm...
Ed: When can I go?
Roy:(laughing) When the Fuhrer gets a smaller bar installed.
Ed: Grrrr! WHO YOU CALLING SOMEONE SO SHORT THEY CAN'T REACH A BAR-
(Later after pull-ups.)
Fuhrer: Now for the mile run.
(Riza walks in with short shorts and a sports top on.)
Roy: I'm not running no god-damned-(sees Riza) okay I'll stay!
Breda: No! I refuse to run!
Riza: (to Hayate) Sick'em boy!
(Black Hayate chases Breda around the track.)
Riza: Okay, let's see what will make you guys run. (She attaches a cigarette at the end of a stick for Havoc. She then put's a miniskirt on the end of a stick for Roy and a paper with the word "short" for Ed. (Everyone begins to run around the track.)
Fuhrer: Good at least that's over with!
Later during the push-ups...
