Oh, Doug was getting snippy now, was he? Cox's eyes widened, then narrowed, his mouth tightening into a nasty grin. "First off," he drawled, "it helps if you un-bunch your panties. That's a helpful hint from me."

In one swift movement he ducked down, retrieved the discarded rubber band from the ground, and flicked it once more at Doug with a sharp whistle. "The rest you gotta figure out for yourself," he sniped. "A~~~nd we're done." He turned to go. "Enjoy Hell, Pee-Pants."

He cast his vote as he stalked out. He figured Doug could rot with JD -- that was fitting for both of them.