Ryan marched through the electronic doors and past the security guard who chirped a "good morning" at him. Ryan simply replied with a grunt and made his way toward the studio to confront Drew.
          He hoped he wouldn't run into anyone but on turning the corner he bumped into Diedrich Bader wandering out of make up.
          "Hey buddy…you better hurry up, we start soon," he perked.
          "I'm not filming today," Ryan mumbled.
          "What? Course you are…there's all these crazy things they've got planned for us," Diedrich stated.
          "Something's come up…I can't stay," Ryan announced.
          Diedrich eyed Ryan for a moment. "What's going on? You and Drew have a fight or something?" he asked.
          "You haven't heard about Whose Line have you?" Ryan queried.
          Diedrich shook his head.
          "A group of us got fired, including me," Ryan spat.
          "No way, they can't do that?" Diedrich gasped.
          "What's worse is it’s for no apparent reason," Ryan scorned.
          "Wait, was Drew one of the people who sacked you?" Diedrich asked.
          "Well let's just say he didn't exactly jump up and defend us," Ryan replied.
          "Oh man…what are you gonna do?" Diedrich breathed.
          "I'll get back to you on that one…where is Drew by the way?" Ryan asked, changing the subject.
          "On the set," Diedrich replied miserably.
          "Thanks," Ryan smiled weakly, patted Diedrich on the arm and headed toward the studio.

          Drew was reading his script in the living room part of the Drew Carey Show set; he looked up as Ryan walked over.
          "Hey Ry, you better get ready…" he began.
          "I'm not filming Drew," Ryan stated.
          "Look, is this is about Whose Line…" Drew continued.
          "Of course it’s about Whose Line… you know I love doing improv…we all do," Ryan snapped.
          "It wasn't my decision," Drew pleaded.
          "You didn't stop them though did you? You didn't jump to our defense," Ryan continued.
          "Ryan, I'm sorry ok," Drew scorned. "I only found out a few minutes before you did."
          "I thought you were my friend…you betrayed me, you betrayed us all," Ryan hissed.
          "Now you're being over dramatic," Drew said, trying to lighten the mood.
          "Oh you think so…How would you feel if someone took away the one thing you're good at and that you enjoy?" Ryan scowled.
          "I had nothing to do with it," Drew snapped.
          "Yes you did…you have everything to do with it…Me, Col and Greg we worked our asses off for over a decade in England on Whose Line. It got to the point that it was our show and then I made the stupid mistake of getting it off the ground here. And look what happened…not only are we so restricted it’s not funny, but people actually give you the biggest cheers…and you're not even good at improv…in fact you're the worst person I've ever had the displeasure of working with," Ryan yelled.
          Drew was speechless; Ryan was breathing heavily and psyched up.
          "Anything else?" Drew managed to mumble.
          "Yeah, you're a pretentious bastard and both you and Patterson are gonna come crashing down sooner or later and we'll be standing there laughing at ya." Ryan finished his tirade, turned around and marched off the set and out of the studio. As he approached the electronic doors he ran into Wayne. Wayne gave him a big smile and chirped, "hello." Ryan gave him daggers, hissed "fuck off" and stormed out.