The narrator complains that the pant-trainer at the gym is pushing him too hard. He wants to be left alone to rest, but the guy won't show him how to do it. The narrator squeals that he's the lamest person ever, and he hopes that the guy doesn't realize that he can't do anything without a boner. He gets up to leave, but then he hears someone talking in the hotel and realizes that he has to go back to the gym. He wonders if it's just the chatter of the hotel that's keeping him from doing his work. He thinks maybe the chatter is because he helps less with his work, and maybe the guy is just a little more nice to him. He's not sure, but he knows that the customer he was talking to was so cute that he pushed him into taking him as his pant-training partner. The pant-terrifies the narrator, who's sure that the man didn't know that he was a twitchy person.