Great idea. Let's wait for the next serious storm and get blown away together. What's that Scott? It's raining men? This just in: The Weather Girls aren't just musicians, they're prophecizing witches.

[In his best weatherman voice, with one hand to his ear like-so. Eddie might like to bitch at him, but Richie still settles back and moves sideways just to make sure that he's comfortable since they're stuck sharing the thing.]

You're forgetting all about the petty theft and defacing of public property. I'm hurt.