Ernie rolled his eyes at Miles, taking two quick steps forward in order to smack him sharply on the back of the head before darting back into his position. It was risking it, taking those extra few seconds to retaliate, but it was worth it if it meant he got in the figurative last word.

"The only sad thing will be you whining to Jones after I kick your arse, Stebbins," Ernie shot back, getting himself ready for the exercise to begin. "She's not got enough time for you to cry on her shoulder about every time I've bested you."