The group of "drunken clods" are sitting in the smokey burning pub when one has the idea to lock the door, but he's buzzed and quite comfy sitting with his mug. He puts the idea out there so someone will do it, as he can't make out which of his pals is closest to the door. Pal#2 thinks it might have been their buddy Mac and assigns the job to him to save himself the trouble of doing it.