My mate at school trodden dog shit, and it somehow got in his bag. At the end of the lesson, he put his bag on his lap. So now he's got dog shit on his shirt and the front of his trousers. He asked me to help him, so I pretended to fall off my chair so he could get out in the commotion.

Yeah, that's a friend. That's a friend. That's a boy. That's a friend. That's a friend. That's a boy. To get out of the commercial, fair play. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Would you do that for me? Yeah, of course. Okay. You wouldn't. I wouldn't fall on the floor to save it from dog in a classroom.

I would. If you had to scream and shout and flap on the floor. I would. In school. I would. You would? Yeah. Fair.

I'm not the one in dog.

That's a no brainer for me.

Yeah. So what happens when I get out of the commercial? Now what are you doing? I'm standing up. I'm just be like, what?

I'm fine now.

I'm fine now.

What else is there? I would expect you to be like, I'm not harassing myself like that.

That's mine. Gang.