The scene opens in a gym, early in the morning in Moore, Texas. Jonathan Robinson, an African American man in his late 40s, is seated on a small square seat. Sweat trickles down his face as he listens intently to his personal trainer, Eric Evans, a white man in his mid-40s.

"Okay, listen up!" Eric commanded. Jonathan nods firmly in response. "And I want you to listen very carefully!" Again, Jonathan nodded. "Make sure you don't miss out on any important information that I'm about to tell you."

"I won't!" Jonathan assured him.

Eric points to a black woman in her mid-40s who is busy punching a punching bag. "Make sure you don't because I want you to go straight to that woman standing right over there."

"Yes!" Jonathan agreed. He stands up and makes his way towards her, walking with an exaggeratedly tough gaze and an angry expression on his face.

Meanwhile, Jonathan and Michelle's children - Jake and Doria Robinson, 16-year-old twins, and Mimi Robinson, the youngest at 6 years old - are watching the scene unfold. Doria is busy braiding Mimi's hair while Jake comments on the events happening.

"Not even 'I love you.'" Jake observed.

"Or 'You're my precious diamond.'" Doria added.

"Mm-mm." Jake agreed nodding. "Just go straight over to her and show who's in charge!" he concluded.

Jonathan taps the woman's shoulder, making her stop and turn around. "Sorry, miss." he begins awkwardly. "But I'm here to give you a piece of my advice."

"Hell yeah!" Eric shouted from the sidelines.

"And I want you to listen carefully." Jonathan continued.

"Make sure she hears every single alphabet of it." Eric added.

Jake speaks while munching on his Doritos chip. "What?" he asked Eric.

"Your dad has everything under control now. Your mom won't stand a chance." Eric replied confidently.

Jonathan's wife, Michelle Robinson, is in her mid-40s. She and Jonathan are constantly at each other's throats. 

They locked in a constant battle of wits with her husband, Jonathan. Their verbal sparring is a daily routine, a dance they've perfected over the years of their marriage.

"Let's see about that." Doria, their daughter, interjected.

"Miss, you don't-" Jonathan begins, but Michelle cuts him off.

"But where is it?" she demanded. Without waiting for an answer, she jumps onto Jonathan's head, her hands searching for an imaginary item.

"Where is it!?" she insisted.

"Can you not!" Jonathan exclaimed, struggling to remove her from his head. "Argh! Woman, control yourself!"

Finally managing to dislodge her, he pleads "Just let go!"

"But I can't see it." Michelle whined.

"Hands off!" Jonathan ordered.

From the sidelines, their son Jake shouts teasingly, "Yes, Dad! You absolutely have everything under control!"

Eric Evans, their personal trainer who's been observing the scene, asks Jake incredulously, "Are you for real now?"

"Nope!" Jake replied with a grin.

Jonathan turns back to Michelle. "You've just gotten yourself into a lot of trouble, old lady."

"Oh! So, I'm old now." Michelle retorted.

"Yes! Very old!" Jonathan confirmed.

"Then if I'm old, you're a decaying corpse." Michelle shooted back.

"Ouch!" Jake winces at his mother's sharp words.

"But I'm talking to you!" Jonathan protested. But Michelle covers her nose and pushes him away.

"Argh, the smell is too strong. Can you back up a bit." she complained. Feeling offended, Jonathan backs away and stands facing the kids. All of them imitate their mom by closing their noses and pretending that the smell is coming from him.

"Argh! Daddy, can you please!" Mimi pleaded.

"Are you kids really doing this to your own dad!" Jonathan exclaims in disbelief. He backs away further and stands next to Eric who seems about to join in the trend of mocking Jonathan.

"Dare to block your nose and you'll surely die of asphyxiation." Jonathan warns Eric who quickly changes his mind, "Did I mention how fresh the air is today!"

Jonathan turns and fixes his gaze back on Michelle. "Lady there! Me and you. One-on-one. Take it or leave it. Winner earns the title loser takes the fate. Go big or go home."

"Just say it already." Michelle sighed tiredly.

"Dad seems genuinely scared for some reason." Jake snorted in amusement.

Jonathan gathers his courage and lays out the rules of their challenge. "Fine. We will go over to the necessary equipment, and on each piece of equipment, we will have to compete with each other. The contestants must make sure to do more than their rival opponent in order to earn points."

"Yes! And in the end, we will count all points and the winner of the game gets to choose what the other individual must and must not do for a whole month," Eric added enthusiastically.

"What! Are you sure about that!" Jonathan exclaimed in surprise.

"Why one month? Make it two," Michelle suggested casually.

"Uh!" Jonathan stammers in shock as Marcus Fled, Michelle's personal trainer who's usually invited to the family's small gatherings chimes in with his own suggestion.

"Nah," Marcus dismisses Michelle's suggestion. "No. Three is best."

"Three?" Michelle asks for confirmation.

"Yes, three," Marcus confirmed.

"Okay, three then," Michelle agrees but their kids have other ideas.

"No, we want four!" they shouted in unison.

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"Uh, four?" Jonathan stammered, visibly scared, while Michelle shouted excitedly, "Four!?"

"Yes!" the kids confirmed enthusiastically.

"Okay, four months it is," Michelle agreed, much to Jake's satisfaction. He commented, "Yas."

Eric tried to join in but remembered he was supposed to be supporting Jonathan. Jonathan warned him sternly, "Dare you add a number, and your days will gradually also be numbered."

Michelle teased Eric by saying, "You wanted to say nine months as it's your favorite number, right?" Eric nodded, trying not to show it to Jonathan, who stared at him like an angry Hulk.

"Okay, nine months it is," Michelle decided, much to the kids' delight. They cheered loudly, "Yeah!"

Jake tried to push for more, "Much better. But we can do even way better by adding even more-" but Michelle cut him off, saying, "No, just nine months will do."

Jonathan finally found his voice again and protested, "Sorry, but don't I have any say in this?!"

Michelle looked at him seriously before replying simply, "No."

Michelle then brimming with enthusiasm, imagined aloud, "And imagine telling your partner what and what not to do for over nine months."

Jonathan was taken aback. "So, you're telling me to obey you for a period of nine months!?"

"If you feel confident that you'll lose, maybe," Michelle teased. Jonathan was left speechless.

Jake giggled from the sidelines. "Dad's confident in losing." Doria cheered her mom on, "Go, Mom!"

The scene shifted to a sidewalk in the morning. An older African American woman in her fifties, adorned in a floral yellow dress and a straw hat, strolled along the sidewalk of Moore, Texas. She led two massive Bull-mastiff dogs on leashes and hummed to herself, oblivious to the people around her.

A young white boy, about six years old, approached with his mother. He quickly hid behind his mother's leg at the sight of the dogs. "Mommy, a dog! I hate dogs!" he exclaimed.

"Daniel, what are you talking about? Stop being so whiny. The dogs haven't done anything to you," his mom chided him. Daniel glared at the two dogs without any hint of amusement. "Not yet." he muttered.