Luke is getting ready for the big game when Keith comes in and tosses him some tape to cover up his tattoo. Keith wants to see it, and when Luke lifts up his shirtsleeve, he sees that it's all infected, bleeding and stuff. Even though he's mad, Keith does sound concerned when he says, "Jeez, Luke, where did you get this thing? In a back alley in the Philippines?" And it's exactly comments like that that make it hyper-hypocritical for people to walk around with characters on their shoulders. Because it's not about the culture, it's about the appropriation of that culture, but whatever, not to worry, I'm stepping off my soapbox now. I'm one to talk; I have two tattoos, and they're both very old now and have absolutely no significance to my present life. ["Girl, please. I have a moon on my ankle. A moon. How Smurfy is that?" -- Sars] Keith bitches, "You know, you can get hepatitis, HIV, from --" He sees Luke's face and calms down a bit: "Well, we'll get it checked before the game." Luke teases, "Keith, man, you worry too much." But Keith says something very sweet: "Well, I've got to worry once for myself and once for your mom." Aw, Uncle Keith? Do you want to come and stay with me? I'll give you something to worry about. Heh.
Nathan is doing chin-ups when Dan comes in and tells him that he'll wear his arms out for the game tonight. Nathan snaps, "Yeah. You wish." Dan replies, "No, I don't. I'd love for you to break my record, Nathan, I just don't think you will." Nathan says snottily, "We'll see about that." Deb comes around the corner and says, "Good news and bad news, Nate. Bad news is I have to be at the café, so I'm going to miss your game, but the good news is that Haley can be there." And because Nate's still fighting with Haley, his response to that is the oh-so-very-shocking "Whatever." Poor Deb, she's getting it from every angle at home. Her kid's surly and on speed, and her husband's being a jackass. Dan cracks, "At least one of us will be there." See, see what I mean?