Chris and Dan try to get hip with the kids. The police are called. Nothing bad happens, but it was pretty embarrassing.
If you can grow a watermelon tough enough, you could drop hundreds at a time from converted WWII era bombers and distribute delicious watermelons to remote locations without landing.
Chris hasn’t been having much luck with clothes lately. He’s tried skirts, dresses, thongs, loincloths and even a gourd. Try as he might, he just hasn’t found anything that gives him the protection and support that he’s looking for. Dan, on the other hand, is just getting tired of his penis just wangling around all over the place, and no one wants to use any chairs after him. Plus, it’s cold outside.
It’s kind of an awkward thing. I can’t say it goes well. Neither Chris nor Dan have ever watched Blake’s Seven, and the cast isn’t really into it either.