Fine. But only because I’m taking pity on you.

[ That’s said fondly, though. Santana gestures over to a water cooler in the corner. ]

I want you whipped into shape
When I say jump say, "How high"
You know your're doin' it right
When you start to cry

[ Santana gets some water for herself, too. ]

If I were Coach Sylvester, I’d never let us take a break, but I’m not that terrible.