SFX:	GYMNASIUM

PAUL:	Ahh the gym.  The smell of perspiration soaked leather, the shouts, 
	grunts and exhortations slapping back and forth across this great box of pain.  
	And there, the assembled aerobists, swathed tightly in spandex and lycra, so 
	that no physical feature can escape the harsh scrutiny of "the instructor", 
	BCN's own Ariel Flint.  Hey!  Ariel!

ARIEL:	Paul!  Well, well. well.  I didn't think you would show.

PAUL:	Here I am.

ARIEL:	And dressed for the occasion.

PAUL:	Yeah, and I've got to say I find this a little snug.  Alas it was the 
	largest size available.

ARIEL:	You ready?

PAUL:	Yes, if you could just help me with this microphone.  I've got to switch 
	from my hand held to this clip-on jobby Jerome lent us.

ARIEL:	Where should I ... ?

PAUL:	Perhaps.

SFX:	MICS SWITCHING

PAUL:	(blows into mic)  Test, test, test.  That's seems all right.

ARIEL:	Okay, maybe here?

PAUL:	Sure.

SFX:	SOME SHUFFLING AND GRUNTING, SOUND OF EXPANDING LYCRA

ARIEL:	Oh.

PAUL:	Jeez, sorry, ah, this a little embarrassing.

ARIEL:	I'm flattered.

PAUL:	Nothing personal, this singlet, where it's so tight across my, the ...

ARIEL:	Come on now, Paul, settle down.

PAUL:	I'll think about Mom.

ARIEL:	Maybe you should get in the back row.

SFX:	PAUL SHUFFLING OFF

ARIEL:	(to group)  We have a new member today.  Everybody say hello to Paul.

ALL:	Hello, Paul.

PAUL:	Hello.

ARIEL:	That being the case, perhaps a review of the rules is called for.

PAUL:	(soto voce)  Rules?

ARIEL:	You will speak only when spoken to.  You will answer my questions 
	with a simple, "Yes, Mistress." or "No, Mistress".  Is that understood?

GROUP:	Yes, Mistress.

ARIEL:	Once the work-out begins no one is to leave.  The doors to the Gym 
	are locked ... from the outside.  When the work-out is complete, any 
	parts below the waist still jiggling will have a short interview with me, 
	and the Marquis de Spank.

SFX:	WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH

PAUL:	Ouch ... that's not cricket.

SFX:	MUSIC STARTS UP

ARIEL:	Okay, Lard Arses, let's move!