"Argh," Harold grumbled as he bent down on his hands and knees examining the door.

"Why are you complaining?" Brian griped. "At least YOU have fresh air!"

Howie sighed. "Brian, if you don't stop complaining your  brother may change his mind, and not think of a way to get us out of here."

AJ stared at the pharmacy machine lovingly. "Is it just me... or is everyone craving Tynelol?"

"YOU!" everyone shouted in unison.

"Oh, great!" Harold shouted. "First, Brian was on my case... now you're all whining!"

"We are not!" Kevin debated. "Feel lucky. We've been putting up with him longer than you have."

"Now, LeighAnne, calm down," Kevin's wife whispered.

"Kristin, I do not want to calm down!"

"Well, yelling won't do any good. Let's think of something productive."

"Productive? Brian and I won't be doing anything productive if he never gets out of the john!"

Kristin sighed. "I'll go keep the crowd busy. You just try not to murder an innocent bystander."

LeighAnne tapped her foot against the tile angrily. "If he doesn't get out of there in ONE hour- I'm going to show him the meaning of being lonely!"

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