"I think this is a great idea," Brad chirped as he unlocked the door of the apartment the five men had decided to share in London. It was a cheaper alternative to a hotel at the present point in time.
          "We're gonna kill each othe,r" Greg said to no one in particular.
          "Agreed," Colin sighed.
          "Oh come on…it'll be fun and you lot can relive your bachelorhood," Brad enthused.
          "That's a hell I'd rather not revisit," Ryan sarced.
          "Can't say my lifestyle has changed that much," Greg shrugged.
          "I like being married," Chip grumbled.
          "I was a bachelor?" Colin remarked.
          Brad looked at them all dumbfounded, threw his arms in the air and disappeared into a bedroom.
          "The poor darling must be jet lagged," Greg cooed.
          "He's not the only one," Colin yawned.
          "Well I need to shower cos I smell like I'm rotting from the inside," Ryan announced a little too cheerfully. "Col you bunking in with me?"
          "Do I have a choice?" Colin asked.
          "You can always share with Greg or Brad who appears to have his period," Ryan mused.
          "Can I have the bed near the window?" Colin chided as he followed Ryan down the small hallway.
          Chip turned to Greg. "So which one of us is sharing with Brad?"
          "Hmm let me think…YOU," Greg chuckled as he dashed into the remaining bedroom and slammed the door.
          "Bastard," Chip sulked.

          A short while later Chip and Ryan were lounging around watching TV and wolfing down bowls of cereal.
          "When are we getting real food?" Brad whined.
          "When Colin and Greg return with the shopping," Chip scowled.
          "But I'm hungry now," Brad grumbled.
          "And that's why Brad is single," Ryan mused.
          Brad mumbled something inaudible and began to channel surf. He stopped when he came to something he recognised.
          "Hey it’s Wayne," he announced.
          Ryan and Chip looked up. "And a bunch on nobodies," Chip gasped.
          "Man are they bad," Ryan scorned as two of the new contestants began playing "Narrate."
          "Wayne looks pissed," Chip breathed.
          "I see Drew's not phased by us leaving," Brad sighed.
          "He's not laughing as much though," Ryan pointed out.
          At that moment Greg and Colin arrived back.
          "What on earth are you watch…is that our show?" Greg gasped.
          "Sadly," Brad nodded.
          "I wouldn't usually say this but…they're bad…really bad," Colin stated.
          "Yeah, I think we're all agreed on that buddy," Ryan chided.
          "I think the phrase ‘shit house’ comes to mind," Greg sarced.
          They fell silent and watched the TV for a few minutes.
          "Come on people…let’s eat and then find Clive and show the amateurs how it’s done," Brad beamed.
          "And the traitors…we have to show them too," Colin added.
          "Yes Colin…yes we do," Greg nodded, patting Colin on the back.
          Colin looked at him strangely.