While all this mayhem is going on, Doug sidels up next to Pamela. She chugs a Molson and turns to him. "So, handsome, what's up?" Doug, without giving it a second thought glanced down to be sure nothing was. "Er ..ah..Ms. Anderson, I'd like to ask you a personal question." "Which is?" "My friend Shane is much taken with you ma'mam. He's particularly intrigued with your ...er ...ah...front." "So?" "Well, my friend wants to know ...is your navel natural?" "My navel?" "Yeah, Shane said your front really turned him on and I can't think what else it might be." "Next think you'll want to know if it's a inny or a outee." "No, Ms. Anderson, I'd never ask anything as personal as that!"

At that point Shane edges between Doug and Pamela. Doug slinks off to the head.