Kevin glanced up for a brief moment at the commotion, then just as quickly lost interest. As if either sensing Limbo's displeasure or picking up his mumbling, Kevin called out to him, "Hey, it's not so bad! Back in basic training, you know the sort of stuff we had to go through? I mean, there was Fit to Win. That happened about..." as he stopped to think on it,, he held the barbell up with one hand as he scratched his chin with his free hand. He removed this hand from his chin and snapped his fingers as the answer came to him, then shifted to heft the barbell with both hands once more as he continued his explanation. "Week five. It was Week Five. Anyway, Fit to Win is a trial consisting of about 20 obstacles on a 900 meter long course. Running, jumping, dodging, climbing, traversing, vaulting, balancing, crawling. You name it. Be thankful they haven't got room for something like that down here, huh?" he grinned. 

After a few more pumps, another thought came to him. "You know another rough thing about basic training? Gas chamber training. Happens about Week 3 or so. They put you in a chamber filled with tear gas. You're wearing a mask, of course, but the instructor taps your shoulder and keeps asking you questions. So you gotta take a big breath, close your eyes, take the mask off, answer the questions in one breath, and then put the mask back on as quickly as possible. Now -that- shit sucked!" he laughs.