*Barrel's POV*
I was feeling very evil that night. In fact, I was feeling so evil, I assumed the thoughts of wanting to be a bro were just sleepy thoughts. After all, I did wake up at nearly the crack of dawn.
Mayo was sitting beside me, playing with my BarrelArmy pendant. Gonzales was doing sit-ups to get his abs prepared for battle. Chuckling evilly to myself, I stroked Mayo's back as if he were my precious cat. "You appear to be feeling much better, Barrel," he said. "That's good."
I smiled at him. "Ahh, yes," I said. "I feel just like myself again. I reached over, and gave Mayo's shoulders a quick little rub. "Now, you look like you could use some battle training, my little one," I said. "Why don't you go do that for Papa Barrel?" Mayo looked over his shoulder, and nodded. He got up, and headed for my grunt closet.
I stood up, and went over to Gonzales. "And how are we over here?," I asked. "Belly aches at all from so many sit ups at all, kiddo?" Gonzales shook his head, and stopped doing sit ups. "Nope! No belly aches," he said proudly. "I'm doing well, and I think I've built up quite a bit of muscle in here."
"Ah, very good, very good," I said. "If you're not too uncomfortable, mind if I have a quick feel?" Gonzales shook his head, and seemed perfectly comfortable with me touching his belly. "Not at all," he said.
At that, I untied the bronze belt around his waist, and opened up his tunic. His abdomen looked good; very toned and muscular. He had a very toned chest, and perfect six-pack abs. Gently, I took my index finger and thumb, and dug them gently into Gonzales's abs. Everything felt nice and strong, and he didn't object when I gave his abdomen a quick squeeze.
"Everything feels perfect in here, Gonzales!," I said. "Keep up the good work, kiddo." Because I knew I would.