Debating Discipline

So the following takes place between 5pm and 6pm.

Lazy Jonathan: Well, I guess one kung fu class is enough for today.

Hard-Core Jonathan: Right.... But why go to one class in a day when you could go to TWO classes.

LJ: But, you see, blah blah, owww my body hurts, meow meow, wussa wussa.

HCJ: Ok, I see your point. Suck it up, my dear blueberry pie.

LJ: But, I was so exhausted after the last class, I slept 1.5 hours on the couch afterwards! You shot the afternoon! I only read 10 pages of Significant Incident.

HCJ: So what you're saying is; you're well rested for another go!

LJ: But, you know, it's not good to overtrain. You could really hurt yourself and put yourself out of training for weeks if not months.

HCJ: Ok, I see your point. Going to class doesn't mean you have to hurt yourself. Slack if you have to.

LJ: That sounds like something I would say.

HCJ: Damn, you're right. Well, we might have to settle this the old-fashioned way... (Commercial Break.)

HCJ and LJ duel Matrix-style in midair around Jonathan's head, until LJ loses his wind and falls to the ground gasping for water and mercy.

HCJ: Ok. So what's the verdict Jonathan?

Jonathan: HCJ, you're my hero. I'm promoting you to be my primary angel-over-the-shoulder. Here is your newly polished halo with sparkles. LJ, you're a good devil-over-the-shoulder, but you're no match for HCJ. Keep practicing in the mirror. You're in the big leagues now.

HCJ: That's my boy. That's my boy.

True story.