Colin looked over from at Ryan who had taken to trying to piece together Drew's tankard.
          "Have you found our clothes yet?" Colin said bitterly, catching Ryan off guard and causing the few pieces of the tankard he'd put back together to fall apart.
          "You know I haven't," Ryan growled.
          "Well don't you think it’s about time you did?" Colin's hissed.
          "Don't you think it’s about time you removed that chip from your shoulder?" Ryan snapped.
          Colin let out a growl, leapt up and thrust the coffee table onto its side, scattering tankard pieces and porno mags everywhere.
          "I said DO IT NOW," Colin yelled.
          "Jeez you're asking for a smack," Ryan hissed, getting to his feet.
          "Gee scrawny butt I'm so scared my chest hair is falling out," Colin sacred.
          "Oh yeah?" Ryan yelled clenching his fist.
          "Yeah," Colin yelled back.
          They were about to advance on each other when Greg leapt up, stood between them and held his hands.
          "Woah…Ry, Col…just calm down."
          "I don't want to calm down I want to rip the tall freak limb from limb," Colin hissed.
          "Colin," Greg gasped and turned to hold him back.
          "Not if I beat the shit out the bald fuckwit first," Ryan threatened.
          "Ryan", Greg half pleaded and turned to hold Ryan back which wasn't helped by Colin trying to pry his way past Greg.
          Greg was about to start chanting the last rites when he, Ryan and Colin were covered in a wave of cold water.
          "WAYNE YOU ASSHOLE," Greg shrieked as he squinted through the drops on his glasses to see Wayne standing there with a now empty bucket.
          "It diffused the situation didn't it?" Wayne mused.
          Greg let out an unmistakable growl and dashed in Wayne's direction. Wayne mumbled, "Oh shit," and took off into the kitchen.

          Colin looked at Ryan who was squeezing the water from his shirt.
          "Do I have to ask you again?" he asked.
          "I'm going, I'm going…I've just gotta change," Ryan sighed and disappeared from the room.
          Colin looked at his own wet clothes and was about to change himself when Richard sauntered over and handed him the video.
          "Ahh the tape…good work," Colin smiled.
          Richard shrugged and went to join Joise on the couch.
          "Oh…one thing Richard…Do not let Ryan get any of his flame shoes…you understand…destroy them if you must…or on your head be it," Colin warned.