"Okay, okay. If I were omnipotent for a day, I would want, um, world peace, no more hunger, good things for the rain-forest...And bigger boobs!" Beaming, Phoebe tells the group as they sit around the coffee shop.

"Yeah, see... you took mine. Medea what about you?" Ross turns to Medea softly sipping her coffee reading the book in her hand.

"Find a valuable legal resource I could sell for thousands so when the day ends I have a stable financial backup." Bluntly, Medea answers her hues glued upon the pages of the book below.

"Urgh…anything else?" Ross probes.

"Give myself an immunity to paradoxes and time travelling related problems, if I do something in the past that would result in me not being born or not being omnipotent, the change somehow doesn't happen and I guess… Make many realities like one in which I am a kind god , one in which I am a dark tyrant, one in which in don't make any changes, one in which I pretend to be a non-omnipotent being, etc." Aloofly, Medea waves her wrist about as she gives her answer.

"Those are very…" Ross begins brow furrowed from the intensity.

"Specific." Swiftly, Rachel throws in.

"You asked. Chandler, what about you?" Medea turns to Chandler.

"Uh, if I were omnipotent for a day, I'd make myself omnipotent forever." Chandler answers.

"See, there's always one guy. "If I had a wish, I'd wish for three more wishes." Mockingly, Rachel huffs as Joey enters.

"Hey Joey. Hi. Hey, buddy." The group greet him.

"Hey, Joey, what would you do if you were omnipotent?" Monica asks him.

"Probably kill myself!" Joey answers.

"...Excuse me?" Mystified, Monica exclaims.

"Joey…" Medea furrows her brow befuddled by his answer.

"Hey, if Little Joey's dead, then I got no reason to live!" Joey argues.

"Joey, Omnipotent…" Ross attempts to hint however…

"You are? Ross, I'm sorry…" Joey bows his head pained.

"Joey he's having a kid." Medea hints however…

"Wait how did he?" Lost, Joey turns to Medea.

"Urgh…never mind." Medea shakes her head too tired to deal with Joey….

"How does she do that? I cannot sleep in a public place." Ross says in awe almost at the sleeping Phoebe slept on the sofa.

"Would you look at her? She is so peaceful." Monica says in awe of the sleeping blonde.

"What are you doing?" Medea furrows her brow as she enters the coffee shop, brow furrowed from the scene playing out before her.

"Watching Phoebe sleep." Aloofly, Ross shrugs.

"Would you like it if I watched you sleep?" Scowling, Medea deadpans.

"Course not." Ross scoff.

"Then why are you watching her?" Baffled, Medea exclaims.

"Well…" Ross begins but the trio jolt up at the bubbly blonde's movements.

"Oh! What what what! ...Hi." Freaked out, Phoebe jolts up before taking note of the three before her looking terrified all but the done looking Medea.

"It's okay, y'know, you just nodded off again." Gently, Ross reassures her.

"What's going on with you?" Monica asks worried.

"I got no sleep last night!" Phoebe huffs.

"Why?" Ross queries.

"My grandmother has this new boyfriend, and they're both kind of insecure in bed. Oh, and deaf. So they're constantly, like, having to reassure each other that they're having a good time. You have no idea how loud they are!" Annoyed, Phoebe confesses to the disgusted trio.

"Well, if you want, you can stay with Rachel and me tonight." Monica offers.

"Thanks." Thankful, Phoebe smiles just as Chandler and Joey enter.

"...Ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven. See, I told you! Less than a hundred steps from our place to here." Happily, Joey concludes counting his steps.

"You got waaaay too much free time." Tiredly, Chandler huffs.

"Hey! Here's the birthday boy! Ross, check it out: hockey tickets, Rangers-Penguins, tonight at the Garden, and we're taking you." Happily, Joey reveals to Ross.

"Happy birthday, pal!" Perkily, Chandler joins in.

"We love you, man." Merrily, Joey kisses Ross' cheek.

"Funny, my birthday was seven months ago." Ross remarks.

"So?" Joey pokes.

"So, I'm guessing you had an extra ticket and couldn't decide which one of you got to bring a date?" Ross deadpans.

"Well, aren't we Mr. "The glass is half empty." Chandler huffs.

"Oh my God, oh- is today the twentieth, October twentieth?" Alarmed, Ross gasps.

"Oh, I was hoping you wouldn't remember." Monica sighs.

"What's wrong with the twentieth?" Joey furrows his brow befuddled.

"Eleven days before Halloween… all the good costumes are gone?" Chandler jokes but…

"Today's the day Carol and I first… consummated our physical relationship." Pained, Ross whimpers.

"Sex." Sighing, Medea simplifies for Joey. His hues widening when catching on.

"...You know what, I-I'd better pass on the game. I think I'm just gonna go home and think about my ex-wife and her lesbian lover." Lonely, Ross whimpers weakly.

"And the moping continues…" Medea mutters leaning back in her seat.

"The hell with hockey, let's all do tha-ow." Joey attempts to argue but…

"No." Medea swiftly shuts him down.

"But…" Joey begins but…

"No." Medea snaps sharply.

"Aw…." Joey bows his head disappointed.

"C'mon, Ross! You, me, Joey, ice, guys' night out, c'mon, whaddya say, big guy. Huh? Huh? Huh?" Cheerily, Chandler pretends to punch him in the stomach but…

"What are you doing?" Ross furrows his brow.

"I have no idea." Chandler stops himself.

"C'mon, Ross!" Joey whines.

"Alright, alright, maybe it'll take my mind off it. Do you promise to buy me a big thumb finger?" Childishly, Ross asks.

"You got it." Chandler promises.

"Look-look-look-look-look, my first pay check! Look at the window, there's my name! Hi, me!" Rachel runs up clutching an envelope.

"I remember the day I got my first pay check. There was a cave in in one of the mines, and eight people were killed." Phoebe recalls fondly.

"Wow, you worked in a mine?" Monica says surprised.

"I worked in a Dairy Queen, why?" Innocently, Phoebe asks.

"God, isn't this exciting? I earned this. I wiped tables for it, I steamed milk for it, and it was totally—not worth it. Who's FICA? Why's he getting all my money? I mean, what- Chandler, look at that." Cross, Chandler seethes swiftly opening the envelope enraged at the paper within.

"Oh, this is not that bad." Chandler peers over Rachel's shoulder.

"Oh, you're fine, yeah, for a first job." Joey assures Rachel.

"You can totally, totally live on this." Ross smiles strained.

"Yeah, yeah." Monica agrees.

"Oh, by the way, great service tonight." Ross compliments her.

"Oh! Yeah!" Eagerly, the others agree all but Medea simply sipping her tea.

"Hockey!" The boys turn to leave but are blocked by three of girls, girls that made Medea scream internally at Leslie, Kiki, and Joanne. The guys pause to stare at them but…

"Hockey! Hockey." The guys cheer as they head to the game.

"Rachel?" Leslie calls out to the blonde.

"Oh god…" Medea groans, leaning back into her seat trying to hide from the girls almost ashamed at the sheer sight of her.

"Oh my God!" Rachel, Leslie, Kiki, and Joanne all scream and hug each other.

"I can already feel my ears bleed aw just like old times." Tiredly, Medea mutters miserably under her breath bitterly.

"You know those guys?" Monica arches a brow befuddled at Medea.

"Barely…I know of them from my father and mother's time at the club never spent time with them." Tiredly, Medea combs her fingertips through her hair.

"Cause they were mean to you." Monica assumes.

"No I just didn't like them so I kept my distance besides I didn't have time for what they did I had to study." Simply, she tells them.

"So…you never really hung out with anyone?" Phoebe furrows her brow befuddled.

"Well…there's Monica though that were few and far between." Briskly, Medea responds.

"EEEEEK!" The girls giggle.

"I swear I've seen birds do this on Wild Kingdom." Monica remarks to Phoebe and Medea.

"What are you guys doing here?" Rachel asks the three.

"Well, we were in the city shopping, and your mom said you work here, aaand it's true!" Kiki gasps.

"Look at you in the apron. You look like you're in a play." Joanna stares at her apron.

"Look at you, you are so big I can't believe it!" Rachel gawks at the belly of the pregnant Leslie.

"I know. I know! I'm a duplex." Leslie squeals smiling.

"So what's going on with you?" Rachel asks Joanne.

"Well, guess who my dad's making partner in his firm?" She points to herself and they all scream again.

"And while we're on the subject of news…" Kiki holds up here finger to show off her engagement ring and they all scream again.

"Look, look, I have elbows!" Excitedly, Phoebe gaps turning to Monica cackling and Medea releasing a small snicker hiding it behind her mouth amused almost at it.

"...Poulet passes it up to Leetch!" Chandler passes the can on the street to Joey as the trio roam the streets.

"Leetch spots Messier in the crease- there's the pass!" Joey kicks it to Ross, but Ross is staring into a shop window.

"We'll take a brief time out while Messier stops to look at some women's shoes." Chandler furrows his brow at Ross staring at the shopping window.

"Carol was wearing boots just like those the night that we- we first- y'know. Fact, she, uh- she never took'em off, 'cause we-we- Sorry. Sorry." Ross bows his head pained after pointing to the coal black boots on display as they walk on. Chandler and Joey start to talk but Ross stops and whines.

"What?" Fed up, Joey turns to frown at Ross.

"Peach pit." Ross whimpers.

"Yes, Bunny?" Chandler remarks.

"Peach pit. That night we, uh- we had-" Ross points.

"-Peaches?" Joey huffs.

"Actually, nectarines, but basically..." Ross begins but…

"Could've been a peach." Chandler turns to Joey.

"Then, uh, then we got dressed, and I-I... I walked her to the- the bus stop... I'm fine." Ross whimpers.

"Hey, that woman's got an ass like Carol's! What? Thought we were trying to find stuff…" Smiling, Joey exclaims only to falter from the two turning to frown at him.

"Hey I'm back where…where's my rum?" Mystified, Medea furrows her brow befuddled as she enters the coffee shop.

"Uh yeah…about that." Rachel begins but…

"What happened?" Medea eyes the mortified Monica.

"What happened is that I'm serving coffee when my friends are getting married and having kids and…and…I'm serving coffee to people not even myself! I'm so sorry, you guys. I didn't mean to bring you down…" Distraught, Rachel whimpers weakly bowing her head horrified.

"No, you were right. I don't have a plan. Phoebe?" Monica turns to Phoebe.

"What?" Phoebe perks up at the spotlight suddenly on her.

"Do you have a plan?" Puzzled, Monica asks Phoebe.

"I don't even have a 'pl'." Phoebe scoffs.

"What about you Medea?" Rachel turns to Medea.

"Well…yeah." Medea answers confusion clear on her furrowed features.

"You do!?" The three girls gape at her.

"Well my parents planed out my future before I was born, I was to go to prep school as soon as they could ship me off then I would get my scholarship from high school to Harvard then…" Truthfully, Medea explains to them.

"Oh but that failed right?" Rachel asks almost hopeful.

"Pardon?" Perturbed, Medea's hues narrow at the blonde below.

"That failed." Feebly, Rachel smiles strained.

"No I went to Harvard then I was to become a lawyer at 20 which I did then…" Truthfully, Medea continues to explain but…

"Wait what about marriage?" Rachel probes.

"What about it?" Medea quirks her head to the side.

"That hasn't been sorted out yet." Rachel throws in.

"Because it's like the last last step." Smirking, Medea exclaims.

"The last last?" Monica furrows her brow.

"Yes most likely my folk will set me up with someone and I'll live in a marriage with a person who will gain something from me just as I will from them." Truthfully, Medea exclaims.

"That…that doesn't sound right." Phoebe furrows her brow.

"Wait…you're engaged?" Alarmed, Rachel furrows her brow.

"Well yes it was arranged when I was a teenager." Tiredly, Medea sighs softly.

"People still do that!?" Monica says shocked.

"Is that why you never went out with anybody?" Rachel recalls.

"Well yes and I just don't really care." Curtly, Medea deadpans.

"So you don't care if you'll marry a stranger?" Stunned, Monica furrows her brow befuddled.

"I'll be too busy working to care all I need to do is give them my eggs so they can make their offspring of me for my parents." Pointedly, Medea responds as the girls couldn't help but furrow their brow by their friend's answer.

"Sorry, sorry... Uh-oh." Ross bows his head as he makes his way to his seat apologising to those already seated as they all sit down.

"What? There was ice there that night with Carol? Plastic seats? Four thousand angry Pittsburgh fans?" Frowning, Chandler huffs at Ross.

"No, actually I was just saying it looks like we're not sitting together. But now you mention it, there was ice there that night... It was the first frost..." Feebly, Ross recalls.

"C'mon, sit. Just sit down, sit." Sighing, Joey sets him down done as the game begins…

"That…what about love?" Mystifed, Monica argues.

"What about it?" Medea furrows her brow at Monica.

"Well what if you don't love him?" Rachel disputes.

"I don't need to love someone to make offspring all I need is my eggs and his sperm. So long as I continue the family name I'm in the clear." Calmly, Medea answers as the others grimace from her blunt brazen words.

"Oh my god even you have a plan!? A messed up one but a plan." Phoebe gasps.

"Look you want to know something Rachel?" Medea turns to Rachel.

"W-What?" Rachel raises a brow befuddled.

"I make money by divorcing women like them along with that engaged friend of yours more than fifty percent of marriages end with divorce and with the way those girls act they won't last a year. Not to mention I've seen the guy at the club he'd hump the table if he could and as for that girl with her firm her old man is still in charge hell. She doesn't even have control she's just a pretty face for that crumbling company but you…you are actually doing something with your life. Those girls are going to be screwed over when push comes to shove, they'll crumble but not you, your better than that look at you today this first paycheque, sure it isn't much but it's a start, a start to something more." Medea explains to the girl unapologetic.

"…M-Medea…" Rachel sniffles whimpering weakly, relieved by her words touched even as she reaches to hug her however she is politely pushed back by the uncomfortable Medea, having said her piece.

"Get him! GET HIM! Get him! Get- YESSS! Not laughing now, are ya pal!" Roaring, Ross cheers as the ice hockey game contains with the boys.

"See buddy, that's all you need, a bunch of toothless guys hitting each other with sticks." Smiling, Chandler places his hand on Ross' back.

"Pass it! Pass it!" Ross yells.

"He's open!" Chandler throws in.

"Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!" The boys cheer just as the player shoots and the puck flies off the rink and hits Ross in the face. Chandler looks concerned until he notices...

"Hey, look, we're on that TV thing!" Cheerily, Chandler gasps pointing to said screen. Chandler and Joey hold the puck and wave at the TV thing while their friend holds their bloodied beaten battered face.

"'Scuse me." Joey calls out as the boys take Ross to the hospital holding him with Chandler as they approach the desk but…

"It says to call this number if you're not completely satisfied with this candy bar. Well, I'm not completely satisfied." Receptionist holds up her hand, stopping Joey as she focuses on the phone and bar in her hand.

"Listen, it's kind of an emergency. Well, I guess you know that, or we'd be in the predicament room." Chandler points out only to falter from the receptionist glaring at him.

"Hold on. Fill these out, sit over there." Lazily, the receptionist sighs and tosses him some forms frowning.

"Look, I don't wanna make any trouble, okay, but I'm in a lot of pain here, alright? My face is dented." Ross jumps up from his seat gesturing to his face.

"Well, you'll have to wait your turn." The receptionist exclaims.

"Well, how long do you think it'll be?" Joey asks.

"Any minute now." Sarcastically, the receptionist exclaims.

"Heyy..." Immediately, Ross and co back off from the mean glare sent their way oblivious to the doctor writing on the notepad listening in, his brow furrowed at the sheer sight of them as he continues on with the many other tasks he has around the hospital…

"Pizza guy!" Perkily, Phoebe points out as the girls reside in Monica's place to mope around as Medea is there firmly focused on her laptop trying to do her work while waiting for the promised pizza.

"Thank God. Food." Relieved, Rachel goes to answer the door.

"Hi, one, uh, mushroom, green pepper and onion?" The pizza guy asks.

"No, no, that's not what we ordered... We ordered a fat-free crust with extra cheese." Crying, Rachel whines.

"Rach…" Warningly, Medea calls out brow furrowed.

"Wait, you're not ' ?' Man, my dad's gonna kill me!" The pizza guy gasps.

"Wait! Did you say ' ?'" Startled, Monica leaps off of the couch and runs up to the boy.

"Yeah. This one goes across the street, I must have given him yours. Oh, bonehead, bonehead!" The pizza boy hits himself making Medea sigh softly.

"Wait, was this a-a small Mediterranean guy with curiously intelligent good looks?" Monica describes hopeful alarming Medea.

"Yeah, that sounds about right." The pizza guy confirms.

"Was he wearing a stunning blue suit?" Monica probes.

"And-and a power tie?" Phoebe asks hopeful.

"No, pretty much just a towel." Truthfully, the pizza guy exclaims.

"Oh God." Monica staggers back before flipping herself over on the sofa, Medea was on.

"What is wrong with your people?" Medea shakes her head at her upside down friend tutting at the mess that was her friend.

"Excuse me, look, we've been here for over an hour, and a lot of people less sick than my friend have gone in. I mean, that guy with the toe thing? Who's he sleeping with? She slides the glass panel over done with the boys but…

"Oh, c'mon Dora, don't be mad... I know we both said some things we didn't mean, but that doesn't mean we still don't love each other. Y'know, I feel like I've lost her…" Chandler talks through it in a loud voice but soon flinches when she slides the panel back, he turns, and it takes him by surprise.

"Ba-!" Chandler reels back by it.

"So you guys want me to take this back?" Befuddled, the pizza guy asks.

"Are you nuts?! We've got George Stephanopoulos' pizza!" Perkily, Rachel pays him, Monica grabs some binoculars, and runs to the window while Medea watches on lost.

"Uh, Pheebs? Who's George Snuffalopagus?" Rachel asks Phoebe.

"Big Bird's friend." Phoebe answers.

"I see pizza!" Monica squeals smiling.

"Oh, I wanna see! Lemme see! Lemme see!" Smiling, Phoebe runs up and takes the binoculars.

"Hello? Who are we spying on?" Rachel asks still lost turning to see Medea's simply shrug as lost as her though not as curious.

"White House adviser? Clinton's campaign guy? The one with the great hair, sexy smile, really cute butt?" Monica tells her.

"Oh, him, the little guy? Oh, I love him." Happily, Rachel smiles softly.

"….I'm outta here." Medea stands up done, turning on her heel after closing her laptop leaving them.

"I remember the moonlight coming through the window- and her face had the most incredible glow…" Ross whispers softly staring sadly ahead as he sits in the waiting room waiting to be tended to.

"Yes, the moon, the glow, the magical feeling, you did this part- Could I get some painkillers over here, please?" Pointedly, Chandler requests.

"He's right, enough, already. What is the big deal about today? So you slept with her for the first time, so what? You slept with her for seven years after that." Joey brushes him off.

"Look, it's just a little more complicated..." Ross sighs softly.

"Well, what? What? What is it? That she left you? That she likes women? That she left you for another woman that likes women?" Chandler pries perplexed.

"Little louder, okay, I think there's a man on the twelfth floor in a coma that didn't quite hear you..." Ross remarks.

"Then what?" Chandler asks.

"My first time with Carol was..." Ross begins before mumbling the last part.

"What?" Joey pries.

"It was my first time." Tentative, Ross whispers.

"With Carol? Oh." Joey realizes after Ross gives him a look.

"So in your whole life, you've only been with one—oh." Chandler catches on.

"Whoa, boy, hockey was a big mistake! There was a whole bunch of stuff we could've done tonight!" Joey jolts up from his seat.

"You guys are still here?" Surprised, the boys jolt up at the voice turning to the doctor garbed in white.

"No, we're just sitting here for no reason." Dryly, Chandler remarks.

"Well, no wonder you're still here with that attitude." Amused, the man crosses his arms over his chest, his purple tie dangling down with a slick silver badge of sorts on it.

"And you are?" Ross raises a brow at the ginger haired male.

"Someone who could help your friend if you learnt some manners." The male hints adjusting his black dress shirt.

"W-Wait you're a doctor?" Joey jolts up hopeful.

"No I just stole some rando's white coat off the street and came in like this." Tiredly, the man shoves his hands into his pockets.

"Dude what's wrong with you?" Joey alarmed gawks at him.

"So you'll help?" Hopeful, Chandler asks.

"Yeah, yeah fine come on." The doctor gives in sighing, gesturing for the boys to follow.

"Thank you so much!" Relieved, Ross smiles as Ross is finally treated.

"So how'd you get this?" The doctor asks Ross as they reside in his office.

"Ice puck." Ross responds.

"A puck did this? You're lucky it only did that." Truthfully, the doctor tells him.

"Oh yeah?" Ross raises a brow.

"Yeah knew a guy whose whole set of teeth were shattered from a puck being thrown in their face. His teeth shards had impaled into his tongue needed stitches" The doctor recalls.

"Do you like ice hockey?" Ross asks him.

"Eh not really more of a scholar than a football fanatic." Friendly, he smiles shyly.

"Ah…what's your name?" Ross ponders.

"Cyril Alexandre Monroe." Merrily, he responds smiling shyly.

"Um Ross Geller." Ross responds.

"Well Ross you're fine to me, there's no need for any surgery so you should be alright." Cyril assures him guiding him out of the room.

"…Thanks." Ross follows after him.

"And if it helps I know what it's like going through a breakup…My ex was interesting to say the least set my house on fire just because I wanted the pet cat." Pained, Cyril confesses to Ross.

"You have a cat?" Ross asks.

"Yeah her name's Eurydice…or well was until the smoke got into her lungs." Cyril grimaces glancing to the side sadly.

"I'm so sorry if it's anything recently I just discovered my parents had lied to me saying my dog chi chi went to a farm." Frowning, Ross offers.

"…What kind of farm?" Frowning, Cyril queries.

"Not that kind of farm." Ross bows his head pained.

"Oh…" Cyril's hues dilate.

"Yeah." Resolved, Ross confirms.

"Man. Can you believe he's only had sex with one woman?" Joey turns to Chandler as they wait for him.

"I think it's great. Y'know, it's sweet, it's romantic..." Chandler offers optimistically.

"Really?" Joey raises a brow.

"No, you kidding? The guy's a freak…" Firmly, Chandler argues as Ross returns with Cyril coming besides him.

"Hey, buddy." Both of them beam brightly at him.

"Hi. Thanks again doc." Ross smiles shyly at Cyril.

"It's fine." Firmly, Cyril promises Ross, wearing a piece of steel bandaged to his nose. He tosses some forms onto reception desk.

"Oh, that's attractive." Dryly, the receptionist remarks.

"And you need to get back to work Dora." Calmly, Cyril reminds her.

"Or what?" Dora challenges.

"Or should I tell them how you were wasting the phone again on that dumb bar of yours." Cyril deadpans.

"…" Silently, Dora bows her head returning to her work.

"That's what I thought." Cyril tuts.

"Not bad…" Impressed, Chandler smirks at Cyril.

"Eh she has been on the hospital nerves for years…" Cyril mutters miserably under his breath brow furrowed.

"Oh, I thought you were great in Silence of the Lambs. Oh come on, admit it! All things considered, you had fun tonight." Chandler smiles strained at Ross.

"Fun? Where was the fun? Tell me specifically, which part was the fun part? Where's my puck?" Pointedly, Ross demands from the boys.

"Oh, ah- the kid has it." Joey answers.

"The kid...? Excuse me, uh, that's, that's my puck." Ross turns to the child.

"I found it. Finders keepers, losers weepers." The kid huffs as Ross looks at Chandler for help.

"You gotta do it, man." Chandler sighs.

"You really shouldn't." Sighing, Cyril tells him but…

"Oh yeah? Well, I'm rubber, you're glue, whatever-can't do it. Listen, uh- gimme back my puck." Ross demands from the rude child.

"No." The kid refuses.

"'Yes', how about. C'mere. Gimme!" Ross grabs the puck.

"No! No!" The grown adult and child start to fight over it.

"Hey! Hey! Ross that's a kid!" Cyril attempts to be the voice of reason but..

"GIVE ME MY PUCK!" Ross tries to snatch it from the kid but it files out of his grasp and knocks out the receptionist.

"...Now that was fun." Ross smiles strained.

"As much fun as that was I now have to go fix that…" Tiredly, Cyril sighs walking over to the injured Dora, going to tend to her as the boys leave…

"Would you let it go? It's not that big a deal." Disgusted, Medea furrows her brow at Ross as the group reside around the café, her softly sipping her tea rather repulsed by the conversation at hand but beggars can't be choosers.

"Not that big a deal? It's amazing. Ok, you just reach in there, there's one little manoeuvre, and bam, a bra right out the sleeve. All right, as far as I'm concerned, there is nothing a guy can do that even comes close. Am I right?" Ross argues as he turns to the others hopeful for some backup.

"Come on! You guys can pee standing up." Rachel disputes.

"We can? All right, I'm tryin' that." Chandler exclaims.

"Ok, you know what blows my mind? Women can see breasts any time they want." Joey points out.

"Are boobs really that great? I mean they're just flabs of fat on a chest if you think about it." Medea points out, she really didn't care it, they were a pain when running just as they were a pain in general.

"You're kidding right? You just look down and there they are. How you get any work done is beyond me." Joey huffs.

"Well perhaps its due to us being desensitized due to seeing them so often." Medea offers.

"I wish I could be desensitized…" Joey grumbles puffing his cheeks pouting.

"I'm sure you do Joe I'm sure you do…" Medea mutters brow furrowed, softly sipping her tea.

"Oh, ok, you know what I don't get? The way guys can do so many mean things, and then not even care." Phoebe points out just as everyone turns to look at Medea.

"Why are you looking at me?" Mystifed, Medea furrows her brow at them.

"Okay point proven." Phoebe gives them that.

"Multiple orgasms!" Ross roars after another long pause making the girls cry out as the boys cheer in victory, all except from Medea simply sipping her tea tiredly at her friendship group.

"So, Saturday night, the big night, date night, Saturday night, Sat-ur-day night!" Cheering, Chandler cheers as Ross, Medea, Monica and Joey share a look at the cheering Chandler.

"No plans, huh?" Joey assumes.

"Not a one." Chandler confirms.

"Not even, say, breaking up with Janice?" Ross remarks.

"Oh, right, right, shut up." Chandler tells Ross.

"Chandler, nobody likes breaking up with someone." Monica points out.

"Well I mean I wouldn't say nobody." Amused, Medea chuckles coyly.

"Who have you ever broken up with?" Ross raises a brow at her.

"Oh no I thought you meant break people up." Fondly, Medea smiles recalling her side job, it still surprised her how much money she got out of that side job in college.

"You actually enjoy it?" Unnerved, Monica furrows her brow at her friend.

"Well sometimes cause one party's a prick or well their reactions are hilarious to watch especially when you're with the other party like one time I had to file a divorce for this couple and this guy was fuming tearing everything in the bungalow while me and his misses when out to a nearby bar…the gin was nice that night." Smiling, Medea recalls a certain case.

"…Well except for soulless over there. You just gotta do it." Ross points at Medea, rolling her eyes, a small smirk upon her lips.

"No, I know, but it's just so hard, you know? I mean, you're sitting there with her, she has no idea what's happening, and then you finally get up the courage to do it, and there's the horrible awkward moment when you've handed her the note." Chandler dreads.

"Yeah but do you want to live with that ungodly laugh for the rest of your life? Besides seeing them crumble is hilarious the way people cry can range from a variety of things." Medea reminds them.

"How do you know that?" Joey queries.

"It's something you learn in my line of work." Medea shrugs.

"If that why you laughed at that kid falling over the other day?" Joey catches on.

"It was funny, the kid's head went face first into the concrete how is that not funny?" Frowning, Medea argues.

"The paramedics had to come." Monica reminds her.

"Urgh dramatic much…" Medea huffs.

"Mother of the year ladies and gents." Chandler confesses.

"And the idea that one day a mini Chandler will be running around the world someday terrifies me too." Teasingly, Medea smirks back.

"Why do you have to break up with her? Be a man, just stop calling." Joey huffs.

"You know, if you want, I'll do it with you." Phoebe offers.

"Oh, thanks, but I think she'd feel like we're gangin' up on her." Chandler tells them.

"No, I mean you break up with Janice and I'll break up with Tony. Normally I have Medea do it due to her well…attitude towards it." Phoebe gestures to Medea.

"Right here, not my fault I'm used to giving bad news nothing wrong with learning to enjoy doing it." Medea shrugs.

"Tony?" Ross raises a brow befuddled.

"Oh, you're breaking up with Tony?" Monica says shocked.

"Yeah, I know, he's sweet, but it's just not fun anymore, you know? I don't know if it's me, or his hunger strike, or, I don't know." Phoebe tells them.

"Does anybody want anything else?" Rachel walks over to them.

"Oh, yeah, last week you had a wonderful, nutty, chocolatey kind of a cakey pie thing. Nothing, just, just, I'm fine." Frowning, Ross falters from Rachel's dirty look.

"What's the matter? Why so scrunchy?" Phoebe asks Rachel.

"It's my father. He wants to give me a Mercedes convertible." Rachel groans.

"The horror how dare he…" Mockingly, Medea shakes her head.

"That guy, he burns me up." Ross joins in.

"Yeah, well, it's a Mercedes if I move back home. Oh, it was horrible. He called me young lady." Ross tries to defend herself.

"Ooh, I hate when my father calls me that." Chandler sighs.

"Yeah or girl that's when you know you're in trouble or your father had too much tequila again…and mistakes you for a mistress." Medea remarks earing a fair few looks of concern.

"Did he give you that whole "You're-not-up-to-this" thing again?" Monica asks.

"Oh, yeah, yeah. Actually, I got the extended disco version, with three choruses of "You'll never make it on your own"." Rachel recites.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh." Phoebe nods her head numbly.

"Hi, Joey." Said boy perks up at the voice of the girl brushing by those on the couch to approach the coffee counter.

"My god, Angela." Joey gawks at the clean up the girl took as she takes a seat at the counter.

"Wow, being dumped by you obviously agrees with her." Impressed, Monica says surprised.

"Huh…seems Joey's doing a community service with all these broads of his he dumps…" Medea muses.

"Are you gonna go over there?" Phoebe asks.

"No, yeah, no, ok, but not yet. I don't wanna seem too eager. One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi. That seems pretty cool….Hey, Angela!" Eagerly, Joey rushes over to her after acting as if he were playing cool.

"Joey." Angel turns to him.

"You look good." Joey smiles approvingly.

"That's because I'm wearing a dress that accents my boobs." Beaming, Angela answers.

"You don't say." Smirking, Joey eyes them.

"Forget it Joey. I'm with Bob now." Angel huffs.

"Bob? Who the hell's Bob?" Baffled, Joey demands.

"Bob is great. He's smart, he's sophisticated, and he has a real job. You, you go on three auditions a month and you call yourself an actor, but Bob..." Angel gushes beaming brightly.

"Come on, we were great together. And not just at the fun stuff, but like, talking too." Joey recalls.

"Yeah, well, sorry, Joe. You said let's just be friends, so guess what?" Angela smirks at Joey.

"What?" Joey exclaims.

"We're just friends." Angel repeats resolved.

"Fine, fine, so, why don't the four of us go out and have dinner together tonight? You know, as friends?" Friendly, Joey offers.

"What four of us?" Astonished, Angela gasps.

"You know, you and Bob, and me and my girlfriend, uh, Medea." Joey looks over his friends frantically before landing on the redhead softly sipping her tea.

"So, uh, Rachel, what are you, uh, what're you doing tonight?" Ross asks her.

"Oh, big glamour night. Me at Laundorama." Rachel responds.

"Oh, you uh, you wanna hear a freaky coincidence? Guess who's doing laundry there too?" Ross smiles shyly.

"Who?" Rachel asks.

"Me and Medea!" Joey jumps in taking the others aback alongside Medea.

"…Um excuse you?" Mystifed, Medea's hues narrow at Joey.

"I'm tellin' you, this guy is perfect for you." Joey tells her.

"Joey I don't date." Deadpanned, Medea reminds him.

"You never give yourself the chance come on try it you need some experience before getting hitched to some rando…" Joey lightly hits her shoulder.

"Joey…" Tiredly, Medea begins but…

"Come on. This guy's great. His name's Bob. He's Angela's... brother. He's smart, he's sophisticated, and he has a real job. Me, I go on three auditions a month and call myself an actor, but Bob is..." Joey begins but…

"Joe you're fine the way you are." Aloofly, Medea softly sips her tea.

"You mean it?" Joey says softly shocked.

"Well aside from the womanizing you're fine. Then again your womanizing does tend to get me more clients." Medea considers calmly.

"I know right! So you owe me!" Merrily, Joey argues as Medea's hues narrow at the jovial Joey.

"A-Anyway it's uh…it's me. Was that not clear? Hey, why don't, um, why don't I just join you both, here?" Ross offers.

"Don't you have a laundry room in your building?" Befuddled, Rachel argues.

"Yes, I do have a laundry room in my building, um, but there's a... rat problem. Apparently they're attracted to the dryer sheets, and they're goin' in fine, but they're comin' out all... fluffy. Anyway, say, sevenish?" Ross suggests smiling.

"Sure." Rachel agrees as Medea simply arches a brow at Ross as they come to this agreement.

Medea quietly turns the page in Monica's apartment as she and her friends reside around the apartment.

"Oh, god help us." Monica announces as all eyes turn to Monica peering out of the window.

"What?" Joey turns to Monica staring out at the window.

"Ugly Naked Guy's laying kitchen tile. Eww!" Monica grimaces back, brow furrowed from the sight as everyone else joins in gaping at ugly naked guy.

"Eww! Look, I'm asking a favour here. If I do this for her brother, maybe Angela will come back to me." Joey begs on his hands and knees to Medea making her roll her eyes exasperated.

"What's going on here? You go out with tons of girls." Monica argues.

"I know, but, I made a huge mistake. I never should have broken up with her. " Joey says.

"Oh brother…Joey you're deluding yourself because this girl has changed herself as many shows show that to be what you need to do for the guy and now that she is unobtainable for you, you want her." Logically, Medea tells him, done.

"See she is special! So will you help me? Please?" Pleadingly, Joey begs as next Medea knew…

"I can't believe I agreed to this." Miserably, Medea mutters mumbling under her breath bitterly brow furrowed as she dusts off her olive-green suit with golden accent as she has her hair up in a bun with a gold pin.

"Thanks again Medea." Grateful, Joey beams brightly at her.

"Look I only came for the free garlic bread, okay?" Medea states the fact firmly to Joey.

"Right, right…" Joey smiles shyly back.

"Do you even know what this guy looks like?" Medea asks.

"Nope not really." Joey responds.

"Great just great. Let me make this clear I am here to experience what a date is understand? I am not here to break anyone up that part is all on you." Medea warns him.

"But you like breaking people up." Joey whines childishly.

"Not like this! I can't do it if they is no consent from either party." Pointedly, Medea states scowling.

"But you got mine…" Meekly, Joey argues.

"Joey sweetie that's not going to work." Medea sighs softly.

"Joey hey so this must be Medea nice to meet ya." Angela rushes over to the two wearing a bright broad ruby red dress.

"Nice to meet you too." Medea nods her head at the girl offering her hand out to her.

"So what do you do?" Angela asks Medea as they sit around the table.

"Oh I'm a solicitor." Medea responds.

"A solicitor? Joey how the heck did you bag one of those?" Astonished, Angela asks Joey.

"I have my ways…" Joey smirks smugly leaning back in his chair draping his arm over the unamused Medea, nibbling on her garlic bread.

"He certainly does." Medea mutters prying his arm off her shoulder.

"So, you and Angela, huh?" Joey smirks at Bob.

"Yep. Pretty much." Bob responds.

"You're a lucky man. You know what I miss the most about her? That cute nibbly noise when she eats. Like a happy little squirrel, or a weasel." Joey recalls fondly.

"Huh, I never really noticed." Bob smiles his grip tigheing around Angela.

"Oh, yeah, yeah, listen for it." Joey tells him.

"Medea is great." Bob tells Medea as the girls talk or well Medea nibbles upon the garlic bread as Angela talks the clearly disinterested redhead's ear off.

"Yeah, but it's not gonna last. She's too much for me in bed. Sexually. You know what they say about the quiet ones after all…" Joey winks at Bob.

"So…what do you think of my bobby?" Angela beams brightly at Medea jolting up having zoned out from her waffling.

"Well he seems smart and humorous from the jokes he gave earlier and he has an emotional age beyond eight which is surprising so yes you got yourself a good catch." Logically, Medea answers as she nibbles upon her bread.

"You know what else? He's unbelievable in bed." Angela gushes making Medea freeze from it.

"…Good to know." Uncomfortable, Medea grimaces glaring pointedly at the chuckling Joey engrossed in his own conversation with Bobby as the date continues…

"Hi." Together, both Joey and Medea chorus as they return back to the coffee shop.

"Hey, how'd it go?" Phoebe smiles at the two.

"Excellent." Joey beams brightly.

"I believe I experienced what was a date though them fighting and storming out was a variable I had not predicted." Monotone, Medea reports.

"We ripped that couple apart and kept the pieces for ourselves!" Joey cheers.

"Ah yes Monica I gave the guy you're number." Aloofly, Medea tells Monica.

"You did?" Monica raises a brow.

"He seemed your type plus you seemed to need the pick me up." Medea shrugs.

"Oh...thank you?" Unsure, Monica takes it.

"Where's Chandler?" Medea asks.

"Oh, he needed some time to grieve." Phoebe says as just then…

"I'm free! I'm free!" Chandler cheers as he runs by the window outside, joyous.

"That oughta do it." Phoebe smiles softly as the others set down, ready to place their order…