Following his usual pattern of behavior in situations like these, after he had created much havoc and dissention, Russ stumbled down the hallway in a drunken stupor and passed out on his bed. The ever-patient brothers observed this development and yet out of courtesy and proper manners, continued to partake in the festivities which had now perked back up after the departure of the rude and villainous Russ.

As the evening progressed, one-by-one the party-goers expressed their gratefulness to the brothers for their fine company and retired to their beds. Eventually, the only ones left coherent and awake were these two great men of valor.

These noble men discussed their options and it was decided that while Russ was a fine and generous host concerning the alcoholic beverages, a little food and sustenance would have been a nice addition. The curious brothers then wandered into the kitchen seeking a small crumb or two of food.

Relieved to see a pack of frosted donuts on the kitchen counter, the brothers thankfully grabbed one each. However, their pleasure soon turned to disappointment when they discovered that the donuts were very stale and hard as granite. Being the kind, forgiving type that they are, instead of throwing away the barely edible pastries, they decided that a few seconds in a microwave might soften them up enough to make them edible.

Just as one of the brothers had placed his donut in the microwave and pushed the “on” button, the other brother discovered some very attractive frozen pizza and suggested that they bake it. The other hungry brother agreed heartily. In the whirlwind of activity surrounding this new discovery they did not realize that the timer on the microwave was set at 10 minutes.

At that point, donut now completely forgotten, the famished warriors could not waste energy standing any longer so both retired back to the living room. As they sat and tried to regain enough strength to eat their pizza which would be ready soon, they noticed a layer of black, sooty smoke at the very top of the ceiling slowly creeping towards them from the kitchen.

In hindsight, one of the brothers should have gotten up and went into the kitchen to check and see where the mysterious layer of ceiling smoke was emanating from. However, fate had determined otherwise. Both of the brothers sat mesmerized by the approaching cloud.

By the second, the layer seemed to grow thicker and as the smoky haze began to fill the living room from the ceiling downward. The fascinated brothers observed that the smoke was comprised of tiny, floating black particles. In an intoxicating way, it was both beautiful and yet disturbing….

As the brothers were enjoying their intellectual reflection regarding these particles, a pair of bony, paste white legs clad only in dirty underwear thumped quickly into the living room.

Appearing suddenly out of the haze, an angry Russ face appeared. As he screamed “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE???” in an obnoxious and loud manner, little wisps and tendrils of smoke particles were emanating out in all directions from his knobby, pale head. While staring at this surreal image the brothers innocently explained that they had simply forgot about the donut and then were mesmerized by the creeping smoke tendrils.

After verbally assaulting his two guests with various obscenities, the enraged Russ crawled down the hallway underneath the now 2 foot thick layer of particles and soot covering the ceiling and stopped the microwave. Even after all this abuse, the loyal brothers opened the door and began to let some of the smoke out of the house. The unappreciative Russ then demanded that the brothers leave his dwelling.

Not ones to cause trouble, the two exasperated brothers left the smoke-filled trailer and disappeared into the night. About a week later Russ called one of the brothers and claimed that he had to re-paint the entire interior of his trailer because the donut particles had left a 2 foot high ring of soot on and around his ceiling.