Brad's apartment was nothing short of a total bachelor pad. Clothes were left on the floor, empty pizza boxes were stacked in the kitchen and porn magazines were roughly hidden under unread newspapers.
          "Sorry, if I knew we'd be coming back here I would have cleaned up," Brad lied.
          "Never mind…if we get drunk enough we won’t even remember what a filth hole you live in," Greg perked, removed a grotty pair of sneakers form the couch and sat down.
          "I've been busy," Brad sulked as he handed out beer.
          "Can you remove your underwear…please," Ryan cringed, pointing to a pair of boxers draped over an armchair.
          Brad chucked the offending item over his shoulder before he got comfortable in another armchair. Colin joined Greg on the couch and Chip flumped into a beanbag.
          "I vote that Colin takes notes," Greg announced.
          "Hey," Colin whined.
          "All in favour?" Ryan asked. Everyone but Colin raised their hands.
          "Seconded," Brad perked, raising his again.
          Colin gave everyone a displeased look before rustling through the contents on the coffee table to find a pen and paper.
          "Ryan, would you like to chair the meeting?" Greg asked.
          "I certainly would," Ryan perked, thrust his hand behind a cushion and pulled out a porn mag, which he rolled up. "When I bang more porn mag," he stopped and giggled at his own sentence, "then all attention turns to me."
          "If you bang your porn mag all attention will be on you," Brad laughed.
          "So what's the first thing we need to discuss?" Chip asked.
          "What type of show are we going to do? Something new or follow along the same lines as Whose Line?" Colin asked.
          "Well I reckon if it ain't broke don't fix it," Greg stated.
          "I'm with Greg…Whose Line is a unique format…it’s only right we steal it," Chip mused. "You getting all this Col?" Ryan asked.
          "In triplicate," Colin sarced.
          "Next topic…we need a host, any suggestions?" Ryan laughed.
          "You could do it?" Chip pointed out.
          "It's against everything I believe in to hand out points," Ryan scorned.
          "Greg?" Brad asked.
          "Brad?" Greg countered.
          "What about someone different, someone people know already, who could slot into the desk job without too much help," Colin said wistfully.
          Everyone fell quiet in thought.
          "Clive," Greg blurted.
          "Clive," Ryan said, raising an eyebrow.
          "Yeah dude, he knows the game, he knows us and a majority of people prefer him to Drew anyway," Greg said excitedly.
          "That's because Drew joins in the games," Chip stated.
          "Badly," Brad added.
          "Hey, why don't we take the whole thing back to its roots," Colin suggested.
          "Back to England? Are you mad?" Greg laughed.
          "I think that's an understatement," Chip giggled and slipped down in the beanbag.
          "Ryan?" Brad mused.
          "I don't know…I don't think going back to England is such a good idea," Ryan grumbled, looking at his feet.
          "Oh don't be such a girl," Colin hissed, much to everyone's surprise.
          "I just don't think…" Ryan began but was cut off by Colin.
          "It’s perfect, if we go to England then we don't have to bother fronting up to a rival network. Besides, they love us over there, they'll be more than happy to commission our show."
          "Col's right," Brad nodded.
          Ryan still looked unhappy with the suggestion.
          "Look, the least we can do is talk to Clive…his legal background as well as his TV one would be a real help," Greg stated, looking at Ryan.
          "Ok, ok we can go to England," Ryan sighed, whacking the porn mag on the arm of the chair.
          A cheer went up.
          "What about the other show?" Colin asked Ryan.
          "I've been thinking about that," Ryan replied.
          "Oh I'd forgotten…I guess that does make going to England hard," Greg announced.
          "Not if I tell Drew to stick it," Ryan breathed.
          "You'd never do that," Chip gushed.
          "Wouldn't I?" Ryan countered, raising an eyebrow.
          "I don't think you should go that far," Colin scorned.
          "Col's right…just go on hiatus," Brad suggested.
          "I'll tell Drew in the morning, Lewis can go on a Drug Co training course or something," Ryan sighed.
          "You won't mention what we're doing will you?" Chip queried.
          "Hell no…he'll find that out when we beat them in the ratings…after the other networks fight over who’s going to buy the show," Ryan grinned.
          "Let's have a toast," Greg perked, holding out his beer, "to the originals."
          "The originals," everyone cheered.
          "Hey maybe that's what we should call the show," Chip said excitedly.
          "The Originals," Colin mused.
          "I like I,t" Ryan smiled.
          "Well then…let's have another toast," Brad chirped, "to The Originals and the best."
          "Now that's going to far," Greg said pointedly.
          "Buddy, we haven't even started yet," Ryan beamed.