It was decided by pulling straws, the one receiving the shortest got the responsibility and that was Neal. He pouts, grumbles and tries to soothe his two best friends over so they'd be willing to exchange positions with him, both refuse. Sam just laughs at the fear as playing with the top hat token of the monopoly game spread out on the Star Wars bed set. Bill only remarks of the time and how if Neal doesn't go soon he'll miss his favorite program, of that night at least. Tossing the paper money on the board Neal stands fast enough to knock the chair over and quickly departments the room and house.
"There!" He yells throwing down the Polaroid on the now clear bed fifteen minutes later. Both Sam and Bill peer down and laugh.
"You actually did it!"
"Of course I did! I can never show my face there again!"
"Why not?"
"Why not? Why not?! I kissed the forty year old clerk and paid some jerk to take the picture for proof! That's why not."
"I bet it was worth it wasn't it?" Neal reaches over and smacks Sam on the back of the head. "Ok maybe not!"