"Dude, that's the 27th bone you've broken while on crack," Joel pointed out to Billy, lying in his hospital bed.
"And, you know, we need our guitarist," said Benji.
"Sooo..." continued Joel, "...we bought you a bungalow."
"And Paul and Chris are moving all your stuff for you..."
"Oh, but Paul's chucking out your Level 27 cushions. A couple of hamsters had, erm, little accidents on them..."
Billy sat up in bed, white-faced. "NOOOOOOOOOOO!!" he screamed. He jumped out of bed- unfortunately he was wearing a hospital gown which flashed his, ahem, behind; before the twins could stop him he ran out of hospital and all the way back to the house.
When the twins finally caught up with him, they found him arguing with Chris.
"Billy, you can't have the cushions. They're all manky. Anyway, they're in the skip..." Chris gestured to the skip behind him.
Billy took a running jump into the skip. He emerged, covered in banana skins and Joel's herbal teabags, holding the velvet cushions.
"Why do you want the cushions so bad, Bil?" asked Paul curiously.
The reply was given over Billy's shoulder and he ran off to hide his precious cushions.
"I hid my crack in them!!"