Clive made several phone calls and informed his unexpected visitors that he'd be speaking with a few people later that day. It was suggested that in the meantime they should approach former "Whose Liners" to see if they were interested.
          Clive also asked them to put their ideas down on paper. This involved an intense debate, an hour of yelling and the use of a moderator. After which, Brad and Chip were handed paper and pens while Greg, Ryan and Colin went recruiting (their excuse being that they knew the others better).
          "So who are we stalking first?" Greg mused.
          "Tony…it has to be Tony," Colin stated.
          "He might take a lot of convincing," Ryan sighed.
          "Yeah right," Greg smiled.

          After a short trip made long by an over enthusiastic taxi driver, Greg, Colin and Ryan arrived at Tony's flat. Greg knocked and they waited, somewhat anxiously, for the door to open.
          When it did Tony stood there mouth agape. "What the bloody hell are you lot doing here?" he gasped.
          "We're representatives of the Tony Slattery fan club," Ryan perked.
          "I'm not giving you autographs," Tony smiled.
          "Autographs! We don't want autographs…we want discarded undergarments," Greg stated.
          "Preferably used," Colin chimed in.
          Tony cracked up laughing and moved aside to let them in.
          When he'd regained his composure he looked curiously at Greg, Colin and Ryan, who were perched on the couch.
          "I'll make some tea shall I?" he offered.
          "God no…we've already had a million cups forced on us by Clive," Greg mused.
          "You've be to see Clive?" Tony asked, taking a seat in an armchair.
          "We want to propose something to you Tony," Ryan announced.
          "I'm not into four ways," Tony said seriously.
          "Well there goes that idea," Colin sighed.
          Tony started giggling again.
          "To be blunt…we along with Brad and Chip got sacked from Whose Line."
          Tony's mouth fell open again. "Dan sacked you?"
          "Just a bit," Greg scorned.
          "Anyway, we want to start our own show…here…Clive has agreed to be host. He's talking to some people he knows as we speak," Ryan continued.
          "What type of show?" Tony asked.
          "Improv of course," Colin replied.
          "We want to reunite the original cast…or at least the audience favourites," Greg nodded.
          "And we'd be honoured if you'd be part of it," Ryan smiled.
          Tony went quiet for a moment and then spoke. "I'm really flattered…but…it's been so long…"
          "There'd be no censorship" Colin perked.
          "You don't really want…I mean…would I still be funny enough…" Tony rambled.
          "Put it this way…we're not leaving until you say yes," Greg said, raising an eyebrow.
          The three men sat back and put their feet up on the coffee table and looked bemusedly at Tony.
          Tony tried hard to keep it together, but the urge to giggle took over. "ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT I’LL DO IT JUST STOP BLOODY STARING AT ME!" he yelled and then cracked up laughing.
          "I told you he'd be a push over," Greg mused.
          "Haven’t you just missed us," Ryan grinned.
          "No I bloody haven't," Tony jeered.
          "Well we'll just have to stay here longer," Colin chided and the three men began staring at Tony again.
          "You keep that up and I'm leaving," Tony giggled.
          "Doesn't bother us it’s your flat," Greg beamed.
          Tony let out an over dramatic wail and the four of them descended into fits of laughter and anecdotes of the stuff the used to get away with.