Over from the hot tub, Skwisgaar's attention is finally attained, and he looks over his shoulder at the group. "Hey! Who de fucks is dat guy? Nathan! Are you lettings de strangers in our house?"

"Yeah!" yelled Murderface as Nathan began to rub the bridge of his nose. "Where the fuck isch schecurity?"

"Murderface, shut up, please."

"I'll schay whatever the fuck I want."

Nathan grabbed Oliver by the shoulder, or tried to, and begin walking away from his bandmates (and dragging Oliver along provided Oliver didn't somehow slip away or somesuch). "Come on. I'm not fucking playing the fucking introduction game right now. ...Plus, uh, Skwisgaar isn't wearing any pants."

"Ja, I'm not."

"Thanks, Skwisgaar."

"No problems, Nathan."