Meanwhile in the kitchen, Dogg is frantically searching through out the fridge, a bag of crisp tostadas in hand. "Oh crap, they wouldn't screw me like this, would they?" He pulls out the lone item in the fridge, a jar of mayonaise, and stairs at it for what seems like hours. "I have no salsa."
Back in the living room the team sits on torn leather chairs drinking their beer watching episodes of Days of our Lives while SpandexMonkeyMan talks about some meeting or something. "Dude, where's Dogg with the munchies?" Fused finishes his can and crushes it on his forehead, pounding his chest and yelling like Tarzan. "Oh crap, I got the beer poops. Be right back!"
"No!" SMM says, putting his hand out to stop Fused from using the toilet. "We have to have our meeting you incontinent hillbilly!"
"Dude, shut up. I'm the leader right? And my leading skills tell me Days of our Lives is on. Sit. Now." Wednesday throws an empty beer can at SMM and laughs as a mix of spit and flat beer dribble down SMM's face.
"Or what, you lackadaisical ignoramous?" SMM wipes the beer from his face.
"Or I'll use my new powers on you, foo'!" Wednesday does a crotch chop to SMM, causing the other JLrians to laugh histerically.
"And what are you new powers, if I may ask? Which I have."
Just as Wednesday is about this explain this, Dogg bursts into the room, bag of tostado's in one hand, half empty bottle of spoiled mayo in the other. "There's no salsa!"
The entire JLR stand and say in unison, "What?"
"There's...there's no salsa! It's all out! All that's left is this old mayonaise, and it doesn't even taste good anymore!" Dogg falls on his knees and begins to cry.
"This won't stand!" Wednesday poises, his hands fisted and on his hips. "Nobody makes Dogg cry but me! To the grocery store! JLR, ASSEMBLE!"
