So they get on the buses, and Flounder announces to his pledges that this weekend was not designed for the pledges to have fun, so the three pledges have to climb inside the bathroom together and ride to Toronto in it without saying a word to each other. On the other bus, some guy I don't recognize is telling the other three pledges that they have to hold on to a football for the entire weekend, and that they cannot under any circumstances let go of the football. Minutes later, Mike the pompous ass wart wrestles the football away from Paul without much of a fight. I'm halfway shocked that they don't just toss Paul out the window as the bus goes speeding down the interstate, in a show of "brotherhood." Meanwhile, Tim -- who's squished in the bathroom with Jarreau and Earl -- decides to call Steve on his cell phone. Never mind that they were told not to talk; this gaping wound makes a freakin' cell-phone call. I definitely sense some "brotherhood" between Steve and Tim. Those two are tighter than a gerbil vagina. Steve tells Tim that all they're doing is sitting there holding a football. Tim feels that his three pledges got the short end of the stick, and naturally, he wants to bitch about it to the other two pledges. Way to keep quiet, Timmy. The three morons are finally let out of the bathroom by Flounder, who finds it immensely funny that they were able to force grown men into a bathroom just because they wanted to. The power Flounder wields is in direct proportion to the abuse he had to take growing up, when he'd go running home from school every day, sobbing to his Mommy as she helped him tug his underwear out of his sphincter.