"Yes. I'm getting revenge on you by helping you be a better person," Wash deadpans. "That's how we do it in the future."

Okay, not only is this sad, but Grif's going to strain his neck at this rate. That's exactly what they don't need: a speedster in a neck brace. He stops Grif a few situps in and changes Grif's form - arms crossed over his chest, hands on his shoulders - then kneels on Grif's feet to keep them from moving. "Try it again. Touch your elbows to your knees."