[We join our PAX in the gloom of a late Spring morning . . .]
DrTron: I am your Q.
PAX 1: Well I didn’t vote for you.
DrTron: You don’t vote for Qs.
PAX 1: Well how’d you become Q, then?
[Angelic much plays . . .] DrTron: The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft a block of concrete from the bosom of the newly formed pond in @CarelessWhisper’s front yard, signifying by divine providence that I, DrTron, was to carry the cinder block. That is why I’m your Q.
PAX 2: Listen. Strange women lying in ponds distributing coupons is no basis for a system of exercise. Supreme exercise power derives from a rotating fashion, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.
DrTron: Be quiet!
PAX 2: You can’t expect to wield supreme exercise power just because some watery tart threw a brick at you!
DrTron: Shut up!
PAX 2: If I went ’round sayin’ I was Nantan just because some moistened bint had lobbed a 4 foot steel bolt at me, they’d put me away!
DrTron: Shut up! Will you shut up!
CarelessWhisper took the Q on at 7:30 p.m. the night before only to be rewarded with a leaky sprinkler system and new pond in his yard at 4:30 in the morning. I (Bailbond) can’t work an alarm clock and showed up 15 minutes late to find DrTron, Airbud, and MrHolland reworking the amazing, highly successful, FNG Day May the Fourth Be With You 5/4 workout. We finished that, round-robined a few more exercises and then drank some excellent coffee.