Peter:
Uh, uh, NO! I’m not doing that!
Egon:
Peter…
Peter:
Don’t YOU ‘Peter’ me. I can’t believe you’d do this to me. (rants)
Winston:
C’mon Peter. It’s no biggie. I mean, look at Ray and I.
Ray:
Yeah Peter! It’s great when you have someone with you. (waves arms
enthusiastically)
Much better than doing it alone.
Egon:
It’s not like you are a stranger to this Peter. Just a… rare participant.
But I would like you to participate now. With me.
Peter:
N.O. No. I have better things to do with my hands.
Ray:
Aaww, Peter why don’t you just do it? Winston can’t cos’ he’s with me. (pleading
look)
Winston:
He’s right Peter. (smirks)
Peter:
Don’t…(turns from Ray) Uh… (avoids Egon’s penetrating
stare) …. (meets Winston’s smug look) Aaarrghhh!!! Ok! I know
when I’m licked! You owe me Spengs!
Egon:
I will certainly endeavor not to forget that. (glasses slide down nose)
Peter:
Oh haha. Not one words leaks out about this got it? The ladies will never let
poor Petey touch them with these hands again.
Egon:
Good. Then maybe they could end up touching something more productive. (murmur)
Ray:
Don’t worry Peter. We won’t tell a soul.
Winston:
(Evil grin) We’ll tell some people is all!
Peter:
Real riot Zed. Don’t give up your day job.
Egon:
Peter, some speed on your part would not be amiss. (impatient)
Peter:
Fine, fine. (follows Egon to the door) Let’s go take out the trash!