Jack carries Sharon and drops her onto his bed. Yikes. Jack's little blonde friend is there on the bed too. Crap music is pumping from next door, and they all talk about the neighbors playing their crappy music. Jack wants to go bring a gun. Sharon says she's going to be very English and say, "Excuse me. I'm going to call the police if you don't stop playing your music." Jack thinks she should just call the cops. Another neighbor called the police on them the other night, and Sharon says she's going to act so surprised and offended when she talks to them. The friend chimes in that they should say, "Are you insane?!" and Sharon goes on, "How dare you play music at this time of night. We're so disgusted!" Sharon says that it's the worst music she's ever heard. Wow, and she heard the Smashing Pumpkins last album, too. (They're all enjoying this drama, by the way.) She says that they could at least play something decent. They think they should open the windows and blast Sabbath. Sharon describes this music as "sex European dance fucking shit." That's a great description, by the way. Lola stands around watching as Jack starts dancing around to the music. He opens the blinds and window and yells, "You fucking wankers have no respect for your neighbors." Meanwhile, Sharon rubs Jack's stuffed animal on her ass and cooter and throws it. Ew! "Oh no, that's my bear!" yells Jack, and runs after it. Man, someone's going to be pissing the bed, traumatized, tonight. Jack hits Sharon on the head with a pillow. Commercials.