Colin scanned the room and was horrified at what he saw. It was like working with a pack of circus animals. Steve and Brad were still playing with the night goggles and were continually careering into pot plants and various items of furniture.
          Tony, Josie and Greg had taken to watching cable and both Greg and Josie were consuming large amounts of alcohol.
          Richard was busy doing something miraculous on the computer to change the date and time on the security video; either that or he was looking up porn.
          Wayne was over by the stereo, flumped in a beanbag with the headphones on and appeared to be listening to an Olivia Newton John record. What Colin found even more disturbing was that Drew actually had an Olivia Newton John album.
          Ryan meanwhile was sucking on a beer while scanning some Playboy magazines (for the articles apparently). Once again Colin felt his authority was being undermined. They weren't taking him seriously.
          "SLATTERY," he bellowed.
          "Oh here we go," Tony giggled, getting to his feet. "What can I do for you?" he added sidling over to Colin.
          "Do you know how to project Whose Line to the entire country?" Colin asked.
          "Is that a multiple choice question?" Tony asked.
          "No".
          "Can I phone a friend?"
          "No."
          "Is the answer Tony Blair?" Tony mused.
          "NO," Colin yelled, his cheeks beginning to redden. "Get out and there and find out," he added through gritted teeth.
          "Well if you're sure," Tony chirped.
          "NOW," Colin screamed, spittle flying in every direction.
          "Well you don't have to be rude," Tony spat, hands on hips.
          "He's gonna get a smack," Greg said to no one in particular.
          "I just want him to say please," Tony said defiantly.
          "Please," Colin chuckled, almost disbelieving.
          "Tony darling, I'd save your arse" Josie piped up.
          "I'll do no such thing until he's nice," Tony huffed.
          "Oh…I'll be nice," Colin smiled, grabbing Drew's Cleveland Indians tankard from the shelf behind him.
          "TONY WATCH OUT," Josie and Greg yelled together.
          Tony leapt behind the sofa and the tankard went crashing through the front window. Glass shards scattered everywhere.
          Ryan shrieked like a woman and stumbled to his feet and out the front door. He returned several seconds later with several handfuls of what used to be Drew's tankard.
          "Someone's gonna die and it ain't gonna be me," he babbled.
          "Oh look at the time…must dash," Tony peeped and raced out the door.
          "Tch, Colin…you've got some explaining to do," Greg sighed, shaking his head.
          "Yes that was very naughty of you," Josie scolded.
          "Ah I'll blame it on Richard," Colin sighed and disappeared into the kitchen.