Paul tries to be that monkey stepping up to the plate and instantly gets handfuls of chimp feces thrown at him as he tries to explain that they have to work together. The rest of the guys stand around whining and bitching about various crap. I have no idea what they're bitching about, but I can transcribe portions of it for you: "Dude, you're [bleep] a [bleep] and he wants to [bleep] a [bleep] so I [long bleep] and that's [bleep]. So [bleep]." "Oh really, [bleep]? Then [bleep] yourself and [bleep] the [bleep] because [bleep] your [bleep] a [bleep]!" I mean, they could be dogging each other's grandmothers. I dunno. Anyway, they've apparently been trying to get to the CN Tower for an hour and finally get to it. They get up there, and the floor is made of glass. They make the Sigma Chi Omega symbols with cigarettes on the glass floor (which is giving me vertigo), snap a photo, and they're outta there. That only took two and a half hours out of six. This is the future of America, people. No wonder Johnny Depp moved to France.