The short haired overweight guy in the track suit wasn't quite right. Imp had trouble figuring out what was wrong with the guy, who was filling out the membership paperwork. None of the other guys had even asked to fill it out, they had just handed over their money.
"Slave, find out what's wrong with that dumpy guy?" he ordered.
"You mean the woman in the track suit?"
"Wo-man? No, this is a men's only gym, get her out of here, now!" shrieked imp in terror.
"Excuse me, ma'am, but this is a men's only gym," Slave began.
"That's illegal. You cannot discriminate on the basis of gender."
"But we only have one locker room," Slave said.
"Well, you will have to build another one to accommodate us women."
"But there's only one of you?"
She sneered, "Ain't the law a bitch?"
"Oh, that's why justice is depicted as a woman holding scales?" Slave asked.
The woman belted him in the stomach with her paperwork, and a dollar bill.