[The snort of aborted laughter is sudden and loud, and the crooked smile on Guzma's face is one that hasn't appeared in at least a few days now. It's, uh...not a question he gets, and while he doesn't really actively work out, the young man is fit and built tall and thick. But, he knows Tim is taking a jab at him, because the looks he's been getting aren't exactly inconspicuous.]

Gotta make up for skipping leg day, yo. [The mallet is handed to him, finally, and he weighs it in his arms, taking up the stance and a deep breath.] I won't break nothing unless I really wanna, don't sweat it.

...You'd all know if I did. [And with a loud and hoarse grunt, the mallet is lifted over his shoulder and brought down hard, the loud crash of metal on wood first, then the loud clang of the bell being sounded. Guzma points a thumb over his shoulder to Tim, who is now being offered a honey stick by a few friendly bees as they fly it to him.]