*Gator is seen in his kitchen at his home in Boston, he is wearing a chef hat and stirring a wooden spoon in some kind of pot or pan*

*Ding-Dong ... That was the door, I didn't just say ding dong, that'd be weird*

"That must be Flynn, I told him to come round again this week as was mentioned in my promo 'Warriors come out and play...' Todd, do you mind getting that"

T: "Uuuh... Okay."

*Todd takes the camera and walks down the hall towards the door, his hand goes to turn the handle and Todd takes a deep breath and exhales*

T: "I hope he doesn't kick me in the head again"

*He opens the door to a smiling Mark Flynn holding a bottle of Sweet Goddamn Fine Wine vintage, 1977. Pretty fucking good stuff*

"Hey Todd."

T: "Hey Mr. Flynn. Nice coat."

"Thanks, I think it's Gators"

*Mark Flynn puts the coat on the coat rack and walks towards the kitchen as Todd follows. Flynn enters the kitchen and greets Gator*

"Hey Gator."

"Hey Flynn, glad you could make it. We're having carbonara, hope you like it! You mind grabbing me the pepper from that shelf?"

"No problem for Free Win Flynn!"

*Flynn hands Gator the wine and reaches up to the pepper but it's just out of reach. So Flynn stands on top of the counter to grab the pepper with ease. Whilst this is happening Todd sets the camera on the floor as he ties his shoelaces, Gator is reading the label of the Sweet Goddamn Fine Wine*

"Got the pepper! A-chu!

*The power of Mark Flynn's sneeze forces him off the counter! Flynn falls onto his back on the floor, Todd thinking Flynn's powerful sneeze was a gunshot he jumps on top of Flynn hoping to guard him from the 'gunshots' Gator continues to read the label out loud unaware of the current situation*

"Okay it says here that to enjoy the wine to it's fullest you need to count before opening it, preferably opening the bottle on the count of 3, how strange. Okay here we go!"

"1"

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"2"

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