So, yeah, dude. Anyways, he's busted inside, and is yelling his head off about the thing... the... the thing. Right. So, I'm like, dude, what's going on? And he starts saying that we're in his apartment. I mean, he must be on crack or something, you know? So, he's yelling, I'm yelling, Randy's yelling, and then, I'm like, "is there a draft in here?" You know. So... Wait. Something else happened. I can remember it. Hold on. Fuck it, I need to take a piss. I'll be back...