Cut to two guys' asses clad in matching reindeer boxers. HA! The asses belong to Druncan and Logan. Hee hee. And proving that this show rarely misses a trick, bamp chicka wow wow music kicks up in the background. Holding your head to prevent it from pounding as you giggle like an idiot isn't the most dignified pose, I'll have you know. Sean asks, "Did you guys call each other?" Which...is a fair question, I'd say. Weevil steals a Faberge egg so unsurreptitously that I'm surprised he didn't grab a pair and juggle them on the way out. Going to Easter at the Echolls house must have been a profitable exercise for the neighborhood children. And yes, you'd think no one would be so hopelessly tacky as to show off a Faberge egg in a pool house, but then again, we haven't gotten to the Christmas party yet. Weevil tells the four guys, who are all in their underwear, that they picked the wrong dude to rip off, and that he'll get his money one way or the other. Given that they're already stripped down, might I suggest you take it out in trade? By the way, nice bod, Dohring. And in other news, if Duncan's hung like it looks like in this particular shot, it's no wonder Veronica was devastated when he dumped her. Sean: "This is the worst game of strip poker. Ever." I rarely presume to speak for all the forum posters, but I feel good about it in this case: Beg. To. Differ. Credits. Now that's a teaser.