Brain: Ask her if she likes this gym.
Me: What? That's idiotic, what else do you have for me?
Brain: Say that the gym has music, wait until she expresses an opinion about the music and then agree with her.
Me: Say that the gym has music? Like announce that, like tell her?
Brain: Just say "There is music here, did you know that?" Or "My old gym has altogether different music, it's- there's no music, at it, this is a switch for me."
Me: That's plenty.
Brain: Say that music, functionally, in our society- Let me start over.
Me: YOU'RE OFF THE CASE, BRAIN. Who else do we have?
Sweat: Reporting for duty!
Me: Pass. Hard pass.
Heart: Tell her that you loved once before and will never love again.
Me: Oh Jesus.
Heart: Tell her that though her flame might burn bright, she is but a candle, and what good is a candle to one who has already seen the sun?
Heart: Tell her no man who has sailed oceans and fought storms on the seas will ever be satisfied by mere ponds.
Penis: Hey. Take me out.
Me: Minutes have passed, guys, I need something I can work with.
Muscles: We're not ready, repeat, we are not ready.
Brain: Music, there's, historically, I mean, when you think about it, there's, what IS music? As Shakespeare once-
Penis: Show her. Shooooooow her.
Heart: Tell her in the theater of your heart, she is a tenant, a visitor to a love that belongs to another.
Brain: Truth- There is no truth without, also, without lies, there's a push-and-pull sort of- It's the duty of- Oh, don't say "duty" that's bad.
Penis: Declare martial law. Put me in charge.
Sweat: I think it's going really well!