[We join our PAX in the gloom of a late Spring morning . . .] 
DrTron: I am your Q. 
PAX 1: Well I didn’t vote for you. 
DrTron: You don’t vote for Qs. 
PAX 1: Well how’d you become Q, then? 
[Angelic much plays . . .]  DrTron: The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft a block of concrete from the bosom of the newly formed pond in @CarelessWhisper’s front yard, signifying by divine providence that I, DrTron, was to carry the cinder block.  That is why I’m your Q. 
PAX 2: Listen. Strange women lying in ponds distributing coupons is no basis for a system of exercise.  Supreme exercise power derives from a rotating fashion, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony. 
DrTron: Be quiet! 
PAX 2: You can’t expect to wield supreme exercise power just because some watery tart threw a brick at you! 
DrTron: Shut up! 
PAX 2: If I went ’round sayin’ I was Nantan just because some moistened bint had lobbed a 4 foot steel bolt at me, they’d put me away! 
DrTron: Shut up! Will you shut up! 
[And scene] 

CarelessWhisper took the Q on at 7:30 p.m. the night before only to be rewarded with a leaky sprinkler system and new pond in his yard at 4:30 in the morning.  I (Bailbond) can’t work an alarm clock and showed up 15 minutes late to find DrTron, Airbud, and MrHolland reworking the amazing, highly successful, FNG Day May the Fourth Be With You 5/4 workout.  We finished that, round-robined a few more exercises and then drank some excellent coffee.