Signals and Systems - Episode VIII

"Tell Robert that he is untalented swine!" came the muffled cry from the boot of the car. Dr. Watson put his pants back on and pressured his twisted ankle against a rock to see how much it hurt. It still hurt a bit.
"Alright, boys. Let's clean this mess up and head into town. I could use me a good beer and a nice slut!" Watson yelped defiantly as the car containing Felt disappeared into the dusk. Watson used his proverbial hand signal to motion his boys to the Jeep. They entered the Jeep and set forth to, you guessed it, the Brown Wood Hotel. "Nevermind the radio, Travis. There'll be plenty of raunchy wailing mummas at the Brown Wood. You don't need that new age R&B bullshit."

The Brown Wood Hotel loomed up ahead like a giant, trunk-coloured plank. Watson felt an erection looming as he half dozed off on the straight and narrow road approaching the venue. He batted his eyelids in order to make himself wake again and spent the next 30 seconds wondering if anybody in the car had noticed the erection. The car stopped. They were there. Watson's thoughts immediately turned from his erection to the impending night which promised so much. His thoughts had finally strayed from the hog and Janet. Sex and debauchery. Sex and debauchery.