Duck always came to the gym with the best of intentions - to start turning his noodle arms into something that were less, well, noodle-like. He had no ambitions to be ripped with a six pack and massive shoulders, but a little tone wouldn't hurt, and who knew - one day he might get his powers sucked somehow and then where would he be?
Not that Duck liked to think about worse case scenarios if he could help it.
Trouble was, weight training was a bore. He would start off enthusiastically enough, paying attention and observe the proper forms, but eventually his mind would drift.
And that's what was happening now. He was lying on the bench, doing some chest presses with some hand weights - not very heavy but enough to do some damage if they fell - and thinking about his upcoming dinner instead of the workout.
Except just as he was getting to deciding on dessert - best part of the meal - a voice shattered his thoughts. Duck blinked, and his grip on the left weight, already getting limp, loosened to the point the that the weight fell out of his hand. Thankfully he was holding it over the floor so it just hit with a loud cracking sound, and then Duck was up and alert again, eyes widening.