Floor Seven. People dance. Someone dressed as a bobby walks past. "Take me to jail!" Ron whistles appreciatively. "Wicked!" Theo beams. "Let's strike while the Ron is hot," Ron decides.

Steven fusses around the room, which he's decorated with candles and strings of white Christmas lights. He's in a blazer and tie, the typical uniform of college guys trying to get dressy. He opens the door to Lizzie, who looks really pretty in a peach party dress. He brightens appreciatively.

"And that is why Freddy got fingered!" Theo explains triumphantly to Heath, who could not give a shit if he downed three vats of Ex-Lax. Theo bristles and trumpets the film as a radical anti-comedy. "Did you even see it?" he accuses. Heath interrupts to point out his blonde angel in the corner. She's pretty, but not the knockout I was expecting. She's a prettier version of Sarah Chalke of Scrubs -- Becky 2.0 from Roseanne -- and more cute than hot. But, potato, po-tah-to. Heath drools. "Look at her, scampering around," he oozes. "Like a little bunny." Shaggy groans. "Don't have sex with the bunny," he pleads. That's right, folks. Greg the Bunny: Don't do him. Heath instructs Theo to watch and learn. "I'll see you four later," he breezes. Ron establishes for Shaggy's benefit that Vesuvius is their fourth. Shaggy is upset that he has a conjoined twin growing out of his cheek.

Heath sidles up to Angel and says, "Hey, tiger." She's wearing a "Tigers" t-shirt. See what he did there? He took her t-shirt and turned it into a clever line. This is textbook stuff. He sweetly offers to procure her a beverage, but Angel sadly says she must leave to get some work done. "Oh, come on, I was thinking of a wee trip to Scotland for a single malt dram," Heath says in a thick brogue. "Care to join me, lassie?" Angel considers this, but says she was actually considering the Norway room. "Great, but cold, very cold," Heath notes smoothly. "I think I should come with you [to] keep you warm." Angel smiles, and they go to Norway.