Sunday night excitement had begun to grow into hysterical proportions. Although the group had attempted to be calm and professional the result was quite different. In fact they'd all started doing weird things brought on by pre-show jitters.
          Chip couldn't sit still, at all. He'd started to go running three times a day; he'd bought a pair of roller blades and was currently attempting 500 push-ups in the kitchen.
          Greg was the complete opposite of his usual self. He was so quiet you could barely get a word out of him and he was spending large amounts of time locked in his room.
          Colin on the other hand was loud, chatty and so enthusiastic about everything that Ryan was close to having him committed.
          Ryan was near normal, other than the fact he'd taken to eating nothing but various flavours of jello.
          Brad however was having a serious attack of guilt and after trying to suppress it eventually let it all out.
          "Guys I think we should do what Clive said," he announced.
          "What give back the colonies?" Ryan asked.
          "No, call Wayne and Drew," Brad scorned.
          "I ain't calling Drew," Ryan hissed.
          "Brad's right…we should call Wayne at least," Colin chimed in.
          "I'm up for it," Chip perked, wiping beads of sweat from his brow.
          "Greg?" Brad asked.
          "Whatever," Greg shrugged, not looking up from the book he had his nose in.
          "So we call," Brad smiled and grabbed the receiver. He dialed Wayne's number and put it on speaker.
          "Hello, Wayne Brady," Wayne yawned.
          "Hi, Brad Monkey Boy Sherwood," Brad perked
          "Brad! What the hell you doin' calling me at this hour dude?" Wayne scorned.
          "He's got insomnia," Ryan piped up.
          "Ryan's there?" Wayne gasped.
          "Yeah kinda," Brad shrugged.
          "Gee thanks," Ryan scorned.
          "We're all sharing one big bed," Colin mused.
          "Col…what the hell is going on?" Wayne gasped.
          "That's not important right now…How's Whose Line?" Brad asked.
          "Um…awful…they've got these new nobodies, they're awful. I miss you guys…I'm so, so sorry about what happened. I promise you, I knew nothing about it," Wayne babbled.
          "Oh hey, we know who's behind it," Greg piped up.
          "Sorry I was an asshole to you," Ryan apologised.
          "You're forgiven," Wayne mused. "Oh Ryan…one of the new guys…he's stolen your John Wayne impression."
          "Bastard," Ryan hissed.
          "Did I hear Greg before?" Wayne asked.
          "Sure did my little choc-muffin," Greg perked.
          "Where are you lot and why are you all together?" Wayne begged.
          "Sorry, that's strictly confidential," Ryan stated.
          "If we told ya we'd have to kill ya," Chip added.
          "Chip…Chip's there too…" Wayne gasped.
          "Yes, we're all here…we've established that," Greg snide.
          "I wanna be there too," Wayne sulked.
          "How's Drew?" Colin asked, changing the subject.
          "Oh he's just fine…running out of excuses for Lewis's absence though," Wayne scorned.
          "Good," Ryan spat.
          "So are you guys plotting something then?" Wayne asked.
          "I'm sorry but that's all the time we have to speak today," Brad chirped.
          "No wait…don't hang up," Wayne shrieked.
          "Give our love to Drew," Colin jeered.
          "Don't give him mine," Ryan added.
          "Talk to you later," Brad announced and then hung up.
          "Well he seems fine," Chip nodded.
          "Yeah, he'll really appreciate the whole 'hanging up on him' thing," Greg chided.
          "You reckon Whose Line is starting to slip in the ratings?" Brad asked.
          "Slip…according to my wife it’s plummeting," Ryan jeered.
          "I can't wait until our show is out there," Colin perked. "We'll show them."
          "What's happened to our Colin…he's gone psycho," Brad announced, looking at Colin with concern.
          "He always gets like this before a new venture…I think it's some sort of repressed bastard instinct," Ryan said matter-of-factly.
          "Hello…I'm Big Down-There and tonight we're looking at RPI or Repressed Bastard Instinct which effects every man at some time in his life, usually after the act of copulation. Tonight we take a look at one such man, Mr Colin Moch…" Greg's spiel was cut off by a wack to the head with a cushion by Colin.
          The rest of the group doubled over laughing. Greg straightened his glasses and gave Colin daggers. Colin shrugged and smiled innocently.