Back in the room with Buzz, Kevin continues explaining, "We all did it. Some ate it bad -- JJ bruised his tailbone. We were just messing around."

Cut to the segment of the tape where someone actually goes rolling off the car as it moves and barely misses being run over. Nicky drops his head in dismay; Sara and Warrick are both squinting at the screen.

Kevin explains, "Then Zach got the fever. Next day he came up with one."

The tape shows us the human 150-yard marker, which can be summed up as "The boys put on football helmets and let their friends hit golf balls into them." Sara's amazed; as a teenaged girl, she probably suspected teenage boys were idiots, and after all these years, now she has proof.

Kevin continues, "Then it came time for Timmy's turn. He stayed up all night, and by morning, he had it."

On the screen, Timmy explains, "This is my debut stunt, so I'm really psyched. It's called Bamboo Russian Roulette." Should anyone be interested in playing, all you have to do is collect a group of idiots, a long bamboo pole, and a loaded 9mm semi, then twirl the gun down the pole as it sprays bullets. Everyone left standing after the gun reaches bottom is a winner! Although now that I think about it, even if I accept the premise that someone just stumbles across a 9mm semi somewhere, where on Earth did they get the bullets? Did they stumble across a cache of ammo too? Is there a drug dealer named Tha Killa who's going to be looking for that?

Kevin glosses all over that and basically tells Buzz that they did the stunt several times: "I got shot in the arm, but we were drunk, so...we decided to try it one more time." A lot of people who play regular Russian roulette probably get dinged on that last round too. We see Sara and the boys watching Timmy collapse to the ground, struggling to breathe. Kevin's all, "I didn't know what to do. I came down from the roof, I went over to his side. I kept saying, 'Come on, breathe, bro.'" It figures -- he'd ask someone with a sucking chest wound to breathe, as opposed to doing something like, oh, I don't know...calling 911? Buzz raises the same question I just did, and Kevin's all, "I didn't want to get in trouble," because having the cops open an investigation on your dead brother and charge you with obstruction is a whole lot less inconvenient than just owning up to your stupidity immediately after the fact. Buzz shares this sentiment too with, "So you just left him for dead." Kevin protests, "It was an accident! It's not like we had a death wish." It's a good thing the Young Turks aren't in the room, because they'd all be too busy picking up their jaws off the floor to respond intelligently.