A combination of multiple factors I would suggest.
One being his repressed homosexual ideations, relentlessly pursuing him and beginning to catch up.

Cardio kills gains. Vlad would destroy him.
My password is password.

Cardio.
My password is password.

Then why does he run?
Stop.

I think Orson could beat you in battle.
My password is password.

Tell me about me
Alba gu bràth

I organize my weekly rotation of socks from “best” to “worst” with the best ones being which are matching and still structurally intact. My underpants follow the same cycle. Why do you ask?

Yeah, not her best sock
Alba gu bràth

I do not have any forehead wrinkles, Klam.
Stop.

Ah yes, Mr. Orson.
You two have had an ongoing tift for almost a decade now? When will it end? You are both aging rapidly I fear. Between Mr. Orson’s jowls and grey hair, and your forehead wrinkles, the two of you have a lot in common. Why not settle it over a drink and some local merriment, followed by perhaps a stay in a single bed luxury hotel suite?