Tucker and Watt are wrestling in bed. Watt holds Tucker's feet. Tucker struggles to free himself. "Let me go!" he insists, "I'm starving for something to drink."

When he has freed himself he stands on the bed and gives direction. "You're weak, I'm strong."

Watt simpers, "Don't hurt me, don't hurt me." Tucker begins to pummel him.

"Why are you hitting me so much?" Watt asks.

"Because I like you," Tucker beams.