As we hopped on our treadmills for the third time—not including the first time we had to take everyone's distance traveled into account—June played some good music with a nice beat and tempo matching almost everyone's pace. It went on and on for a good 15 minutes but everyone didn't look like they were enjoying one bit.
"The fuck y'all looking at me like that?"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?! IT'LL CHANGE ANY SECOND!"
"YEAH!"
"WE SUFFERED LONG ENOUGH—"
"The one time I do nothing…"
"NOOOO! I'M NOT BELIEVING ANY OF THAT CRAP!"
"WE'VE BEEN TRICKED TOO MANY TIMES!"
"GUYS! STOP YELLING! STOP—"
"Fine… It'll change in the 20-minute mark…"
"I KNEW IT!"
"I KNEW AS WELL!"
"I'M NOT RELAXING ONE BIT!"
Then 20 minutes passed without anything changing.
"..."
"..."
"..."
I chuckled as I looked at each of them, "Something wrong?"
"...fuck you. Respectfully."
"Haa… Haa… Ha… I hate you, sir."