"Okay, I checked the cafeteria, lobby, kitchen area...." Harold said to himself as he sat down. "Okay...... What else is left?" He paused. "Aha! The bathroom!"

Brian sat silently wallowing in his own self-pity. Nick lay on the cold tile floor clutching his stomach. While Kevin sat caring for Nick, trying to decide if going on thirty was truly old. Howie was trying to assume everyone's emotional state. And AJ.... was still beating up the pharmacy machine. Suddenly, they were all distracted from their thoughts by a knock at the door. They heard Harold's voice. "Brian?"

"Harold! Thank God! You've gotta' get us out of here!"

"Get you out? You mean you're stuck--"

"Yes!" his younger brother shouted. "We're trapped in here a half-hour before my wedding. Now get us out!"

Harlod began to kick the door. "Okay, guys on the count of three. One, two, OUCH! Stupid door!"

"You can't open the door?" Brian screamed.

Harold grimaced. "If you can't get yourself out, how do you expect ME to get in?"

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