JLR: WHAT!?!

Chant: I think he means the NBA season.

JLR: WHAT!?!

Brit: No, I meant we're getting married. We're engaged, though, we haven't made a date yet.

DBP: And I do not have a ring yet either [yuh huh] .

Brit: About that, hun... I meant to make a dash to the jewelry store, but... well... CJ gave birth to a bomb, you see, and--

DBP: Uh huh.

Brit: Really, turtle dove. It won't happen again.

JLR: [no no no]

AGW: It seems like its up to me to, once again, be the voice of reason...

JLR: [eh?]

AGW: ... but this just doesn't add up, homesplice. You met when?

Brit: Well, the other day. We met in an alley.

JLR: [whaaaa!]

AGW: So does that mean you are a. . .? Ohhh! um. . .? Oh! Look I'm sure he's really flattered but Brit doesn't really go for that sort of thing. Maybe you would have better luck with one of his team-mates. Me maybe?

DBP: She is that Any Given Wednesday you spoke of?

Brit: Yes she-- I mean he is.

DBP's hand: CHOP!

AGW: -

Ace: Wow! She comes with kung-fu grip!

CJ [barely coherent]: What just happened?

DLD: Then what?

Brit: What?

DLD: How did you go from meeting in an dark alley to engaged, all in under a page?

Brit: Oh well, that's actually quite an amusing anecdote. You see--

Vegi-La: Wait! I think there's a way I can save Pamela AND Carmen!

In one fluid and graceful motion (young), DLD, Ace, Chant, and AGW bare down, totally ignore Brit, push CJ out of the way, step over the Hulk (no small feat, mind you), and begin working furiously, hoping beyond all hope they can resuscitate their beloved lifeguards.

Brit: <Sigh>... So, my love, how about it, then? Would you like to join our little motley crew of heroes?

DBP: Not that I wouldn't love to, love, but... does this sort of thing happen often?

Brit: Daily [biiiig grin] !

DBP surveys the fallen bohemoth, confused CJ, and desparate JLR men working frantically to see two women kiss just one more time.

DBP: Perhaps I should just start out as a part time member [um.... uh huh! ... ] .