“You’re _so _smart,” Tesapen remarked as Pielopen _somehow_ got them stuck in the seemingly impossible-to-get-jammed-in elevator yet again. “Shut up! I just… need some time,” she promised— but it had already been five hours.

“How much time do you reckon it’ll take, Pieloloon?”

“Ehhh… maybe about three hours, give or take.”

_Eight hours later…_

Tesapen began running around the broken yet large elevator. “What are you doing, Tesla? Feeling a little out of gas?”

“Oh, cry me a river. I’ve enough of your jokes— I’m just getting some exercise in.”

“You know my middle name is Ocean! Pielopen Ocean Peqila! P.O.P!”

“Oh, so you’re going to float away with all the carbon dioxide you have inside of you? Oh wait— I forgot you’re a glutton and all that food inside’ll weigh you down.”

“It won’t! Watch!” Pielopen jumped, and immediately fell back to the floor.

“…_Very _floaty, Pieloloon.”

“I said shut up! I can exercise too! Watch!” Pielopen did one sit-up and felt like she would pass out.

“You gonna do any more of those?”

“Oh, I can take more,” Pielopen promised, “I can take a hundred of them!”

“Then do it—“ “NO TESLA PLEASE DONT MAKE ME DO THAT AGAIN!!!”

_Three hours later…_

“Thirty…” Pielopen announced, looking as if she was about to be ready to go to the emergency room. “Good job, Pieloloon. Let me see… I’ve ran about six miles, not bad for a three hour session…”

“Tesla, you can run for three HOURS?”

“Don’t call me Tesla again or your new name is Popsicle stick. Anyway, yeah, it’s pretty energizing once you get into it. Wanna try?—“

“Oh nonononononoononononononononnoNO! I HATE EXERCISE!!!!!!!”

Tesapen sighed. This was the twin sister she was assigned to? They were identical twins, until one of them chose a healthier lifestyle, and one snacked on Lays and Coca Cola all day on the couch— see if you can figure _that_ out, which one is which.

“…Thirty-one…”

“Pielopen, honestly, just stop trying, you’re gonna get sent above this earth before you even get to the 50’s,” Tesapen commented, snacking on a protein meat bar.

“I don’t say no to a challenge! I haven’t eaten in like over sixteen hours! If I can do these 100 sit ups while not eating, I’ll be skinny again!!”

“…Please don’t even try to think about that. It’s hopeless for you now, if you think a few days of fasting will suddenly make you a Barbie model.”

“…Thirty-two…”

“Oh lord…”

_Two hours later…_

“Sixty! More than halfway there now!” Pielopen exclaimed.

“Great! I’m more than past halfway my running goal today, too. I’ve ran ten miles, and my goal is fifteen. Should we both pick this up a notch to finish faster?”

“I’m down for it!”

It seemed as if both of them were in a free gym rather than a stuck elevator.

_One hour later…_

“Eighty! Only twenty more to go! And then I can eat something!”

“I’m at thirteen miles, let’s see if we can both achieve our goal in an hour!”

“Eighty one…”

_One hour later…_

“A HUNDRED! HOLY SHIT TESAPEN I ACTUALLY DID IT!!!”

“Woah— I got to eighteen miles! That’s a new record!—“

_”Going up,”_ said a robotic voice.

“—The elevator’s working!” Pielopen exclaimed.

“Weird, how it only started going up after our goals were reached.”

“…Wait, weren’t we supposed to be going down?” Pielopen touched the down button.

The elevator stopped.

“Holy shit Pieloloon you SOMEHOW MANAGED TO DO IT AGAIN YOU MOTHER—“

“…Guess it’s another few hours of exercise for both of us…”