Sixteen tons

The camera follows Titan of Terror as he walks down the corridor wish Jason Canning

Jason: Well looks like you are completely cemented into this Brotherhood thing.
DaWolf was probably going to completely ignore you.
All you did was make yourself a target.
Heck you made me into a target.

Titan: Do you really think doing nothing would have kept us safe?
We needed a preemptive strike.
It is better to know it is coming and be prepared then be blindsided.

Jason: I trust you, but I have trouble trusting other people.

Titan: Trust me, I know.
I really have a hard time trusting others.

Jason: Then what reason do you possibly have for being so close to Mal Kav?

Titan: I don't think I could ever explain it to you.
He might be completely out of his mind... but there is something there that I trust.

Jason: You might be equally insane for trusting him.

Titan: Well, you might have to get used to him if you are going to hang with me while I am with the Brotherhood.
Anywho... let's get this workout on.
You went on vacation and I think I got a little soft.
Time for you to get to work.

Titan and Jason are about to enter the gym, but they hear singing coming from inside.
Jason looks at Titan confused and scared, Titan walks in and Jason follows.

Mal Kav is on the bench press bench, lifting what seems like 440 pounds without what seems too much effort

Mal Kav: "Muscle and blood and skin and bones, A mind that's a-weak and a back that's strong, You load sixteen tons, what do you get, Another day older and deeper in debt, Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go, I owe my soul to the Wrestling Co"

Mal Kav sees Titan of Terror and Jason standing at the door watching him

Mal Kav: "Oh hi guys"

The weights suddenly shifts and almost crushes Mal Kav, Mal Kav stops the weights and motions around with his head

Mal Kav: "Go ahead guys, lot of equipment and the Imperial..."

The trainer's voice comes from inside his office

Trainer: "MAL KAV!!"

Mal Kav blanches and starts lifting weights again

Mal Kav: "I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain, Fightin' and trouble are my middle name, I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion, Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line, You load sixteen tons, what do you get, Another day older and deeper in debt, Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go, I owe my soul to the company store. If you see me comin', better step aside, A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died, One fist of iron, the other of steel, If the right one don't a-get you, Then the left one will"

Mal Kav chuckles softly and the door to the office bangs open, the trainer comes storming out

Trainer: "Did you just call me a high-toned woman?"

Mal Kav tries to look innocent while the weights tries to crush him

Mal Kav: "Us? Neeeeever"

Trainer: "Good, now hit the treadmill, at least then you don't sing"