Episode # 418

    The combined whir of the washing machine and dryer bounced off the concrete walls as Richard strode into the laundry room. Clipboard in hand, he was on a mission. Directly in front of him were his first two targets... Lance and Brad, both casually dressed in their underwear and t-shirts as they tended to their laundry.
    "All right, gentlemen," Richard announced. "Kyle's put me in charge of organizing our annual pumpkin picking expedition next month."
    "How proud your mother must be," Lance said wearily, barely turning from folding his laundry to acknowledge Richard's presence.
    "Very funny, Lance," Richard said, undeterred. "Now, please... just check off on this list whether you'll be going." He shoved the clipboard in their direction, adding, "And you had both better be going!".
    Brad scanned the list of names on the clipboard. "Hey... how come Price isn't on the list?" he asked, his blond hair catching rays of sunlight through the laundry room window as he casually adjusted the bulge in his tight white briefs.
    "Um... because he's Price," Richard answered, arching his eyebrow.
    "He ain't that bad, Richard."
    "Please. He's the anti-christ," Richard said wryly. "Dressed in Lacoste with a Kentucky accent."
    Brad winced. "Maybe if you guys didn't harrass him so much... you'd see he's actually a nice guy."
    "How have I ever harrassed him?" Lance asked, incredulously.
    "Didn't you throw a wedding cake in his face?" Brad countered.
    "You... you actually think I instigated that ridiculous melee?" Lance stammered, still shocked that Brad... that anyone in the B&B... would be siding with Price Kingsbury.
    "Well, you sure didn't run away from it," Brad pointed out, his pecs pressing hard against his tight blue Captain America t-shirt.
    Lance and Richard glanced at each other uncertainly, mystified by Brad's sudden defense of the man who had once tried to illegally seize control of the B&B. And that was only the beginning of the list of egregious offenses he'd committed during his stay at the house.
    "Look, guys," Brad continued. "All I'm sayin' is, this pumpkin pickin' trip is for the whole house. N' Price lives here. Like it or not, he's part of this house. So... put him on the list... or you can cross me off."
    Picking up his laundry basket, he began walking towards the stairs, his white socks quiet on the concrete floor. "Anyway, I gotta' go get ready for baseball practice. Later."
    Richard and Lance both stared in disbelief as he ascended the staircase.
    "Oh, I do not like this at all," Richard declared.
    "Neither do I," Lance affirmed, smoothing his plaid boxers. "And things must be really bad if we're so easily agreeing on something."
    "I agree. I mean..." Richard stopped himself. "Oh, my, this is disturbing..."