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“Phew! Man, these workouts are getting surprisingly easier,” Ty'Ron sighed as he attempted to lift himself off the ground as he finished his weekly exercise regimen. Despite having relatively decent health, he was mandated to partake in a light workout routine to maintain his current condition. The last thing anyone wanted was for his health to take a sharp decline because of his carelessness. However, in spite of all of this, he hadn’t made a whole lot of progress.

“I’m certainly glad to hear that, admiral,” Ty'Ron’s personal trainer replied, showing a slight grimace on their face. “However, could you not find a more fitting workout outfit? No disrespect, sir, but your belly is quite clearly on display.”

“This was the only fitting outfit they had,” Ty'Ron defended, still sitting on the ground. “Besides, no one aboard the Arc-V really gets on anyone’s case for showing some skin.”

“I suppose you’re right, but you’re still at 175 kilos despite your attempts to be healthier. Either you’re plateauing, or you’re cheating when it comes to your diet.”

“Hey, I’m doing the best I can! I’ll have you know that I’ve only had ONE slice of cake today!”

The moment his trainer heard that, they quite literally facefaulted onto the ground in exasperation. That definitely would explain why he wasn’t necessarily losing any weight despite how active he was in the last few days. It was times like this they wondered why they bothered helping this glutton of a feline…

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“Phew! Man, these workouts are getting surprisingly easier,” Ty'Ron sighed as he attempted to lift himself off the ground as he finished his weekly exercise regimen. Despite having relatively decent health, he was mandated to partake in a light workout routine to maintain his current condition. The last thing anyone wanted was for his health to take a sharp decline because of his carelessness. However, in spite of all of this, he hadn’t made a whole lot of progress.

“I’m certainly glad to hear that, admiral,” Ty'Ron’s personal trainer replied, showing a slight grimace on their face. “However, could you not find a more fitting workout outfit? No disrespect, sir, but your belly is quite clearly on display.”

“This was the only fitting outfit they had,” Ty'Ron defended, still sitting on the ground. “Besides, no one aboard the Arc-V really gets on anyone’s case for showing some skin.”

“I suppose you’re right, but you’re still at 175 kilos despite your attempts to be healthier. Either you’re plateauing, or you’re cheating when it comes to your diet.”

“Hey, I’m doing the best I can! I’ll have you know that I’ve only had ONE slice of cake today!”

The moment his trainer heard that, they quite literally facefaulted onto the ground in exasperation. That definitely would explain why he wasn’t necessarily losing any weight despite how active he was in the last few days. It was times like this they wondered why they bothered helping this glutton of a feline…