Joel wore a long blond wig. Mike tugged him close and brandished a plastic sword. “This knight has triumphed,” he cried loudly. “Thou dost demand a kiss from ye.”
Joel squeaked as a mouth pressed roughly against his. He pushed away. “Mike, wait.”
“Don’t break character,” Mike whispered, and pulled Joel back. He bit Joel’s bottom lip.
Joel wrenched himself free. “The hell, Mike!?” he shouted.
Mike stared, bewildered. “I was just-”
“Don’t.” Joel threw the wig at him before stomping away.
The Mads gaped. “Frank, push the button,” Dr. Forrester croaked.
“Awkward,” Frank commented.
“Push it! Push the butt-”