Killisthenics

(post-titled (but pre-conceived) by John)

"Jab, and twist, jab, and twist." The authoritarian phys-ed instructor bellowed, swivelling full turn to watch Troop #149 do the Martial Twist like they did last week.

"Slash, slash, slash. Jab, and twist." She wore her snug sweat tights . Some troopers were distracted and instead poked each other in the eye.

"Halt," she commanded. "What's the meaning" of this brough-ha-ha? Front and center. I expect complete concentration from you and you'll get the same from me. Cadet Herman, don't you have a wrench we can toss around? Herman, Herman, Herman, Herman. Get out.