Margaret may have lifted weights for circus acts, but she's nothing compared to Mr. Red, who is absurdly strong; he can lift a 2-ton weight with just one finger.
Margaret asks him how it's possible, to which he replies:
"After years of practice as a fighter, I worked as a strongman for circuses. Although before, I struggled to lift even the famous half-ton. Strength doesn't just come from muscles; having strong bones also helps. And I'll be honest, Margaret, I didn't get strong to fight; I did it to be with my beloved."
"That makes sense," Margaret replies. "You already have previous experience." Then it became "with her every day."
"Exactly," he says. "For me, it's like lifting a simple snowflake at this point."
Suddenly, they both hear moans. They just turn around and see Richi trying to lift the equivalent of 4 liters of water.
Maybe he's trying to show some strength.
" "I give up," Richi says after making a fool of himself. "I'd better get back to work."
"Hey, Richi, don't feel bad. You see, um... you still haven't done... well... um."
"Evolved," he replies bitterly. "I'd better get back to work because I have to finance this fight."
"I feel sorry for Riolu. He feels somewhat useless because he doesn't have the size or strength to fight." Rouge says, looking at Margaret. "You're right, if only something could be done for him..."

note:
I was supposed to be free, apparently the university wanted to take at least 4 hours off my time, although I'll be up late today doing things and uploading content here again.