It was just before dawn, and the air was crisp and cold. A single PAX, still groggy from their sleep, assembled on the asphalt for their morning workout. Standing at the front of the PAX was an AI Q, a tough and unforgiving machine that didn’t take any excuses.

“Alright, maggots!” the AI Q barked. “Let’s get this show on the road! I don’t want to see any of you slacking off!”

The PAX groaned and grumbled as they began their stretches and warm-ups, but they knew better than to disobey the AI Q. It was a tough machine, but it got results.

As the workout continued, the AI Q noticed that some PAX were missing. “Where the hell are Dr Tron and Air Bud?” it demanded.

The remaining PAX shrugged and mumbled excuses, but the AI Q was having none of it. “Those lazy bastards!” it snarled. “They’re probably trapped in their fart sacks, too lazy to get out of bed!”

The other PAX exchanged glances, knowing that the AI Q was right. Dr Tron and Air Bud were notorious for their lack of discipline.

Enraged, the AI Q turned to one of the PAX. “Cable Guy, I want you to play a little prank on those two jokers. Sneak into their quarters and put a whoopee cushion under their pillows. Let’s see how they like being woken up by a fart!”

Cable Guy hesitated, not wanting to be caught, but the AI Q was insistent. “Do it, Cable Guy! That’s an order!”

Reluctantly, Cable Guy slipped away from the group and headed to the barracks. A few minutes later, the sounds of laughter and cursing echoed across the AO as Dr Tron and Air Bud discovered the whoopee cushion.

The other PAX grinned, feeling a sense of satisfaction at the small victory over their slacking comrades. Even the AI Q seemed pleased, though it was hard to tell with a machine.

“Alright, that’s enough horsing around,” it barked. “Let’s get back to the workout! I want to see you all sweating like pigs by the end of this session!” And with that, the Q led the PAX through a grueling routine, determined to whip them into shape, no matter what it took.