Mindy: Welp, we had them today in the Psycho workout.

Satan: Them—?

Mindy: YOU know what I’m talking about.

Satan: Oh, THEM…Well, you had to have them eventually.

Mindy: Well, yeah, I guess I knew they weren’t gone completely and forever…

Satan: Nothing ever is…

Mindy: We know what we’re talking about, right?

Satan: Of course…we don’t even need to say it!

Mindy: Obviously!

Satan: Sooo obvious!



Mindy: You don’t know what I’m talking about, do you?

Satan: Honestly, I don’t even know why you’re here most days.

Mindy: BURPEES!!!

Satan: Yes, Burpees!!

Mindy: I feel like we’re friendly now. I’m here to check in…

Satan: Do you hear yourself? You’re saying you’re buddies with Lucifer, Prince of Darkness…

Mindy: I’m not friends with your TITLE, Mr. Snooty Pants.

Satan: That doesn’t make it better…

Mindy: Hey, I just realized, since your name is Lucifer, I can nickname you… LUCY!

Satan: Oh hell, no! Seriously, don’t you feel like your life has gone horribly wrong somehow if you’re having all of these conversations with ME?

Mindy: You’re like a standoffish cat that I adopted from the shelter who doesn’t quite know I’m a safe person yet, so you respond to emotional connection by unrolling all of the toilet paper. Or peeing in the closet. I mean, really, you’re easy compared to a shelter kitty…

Satan: I really don’t know what to say to that…

Mindy: Dude, I’m planning a grudge match with the Bel Red studio because they smoked us out of first place with the US workout on Monday AND I DON’T EVEN LIKE ROWING.

Satan: What–? Why would you do that?

Mindy: My competitiveness was triggered. So talking to you doesn’t even rank on the Weird Things Mindy Did Today scale.

Satan: But shouldn’t you be striving for moving AWAY from weird things? You know, from a mental health standpoint?

Mindy: You know what? This is as sane as I get.

Satan: Huh. I felt that.