Brandon looked at Chane, Chane looked at Brandon and shrugged. Brandon wiped the spit from his face and stared at Hoogan.

"Um, I'm actually not going to do anything because I'm just the host..."

Brandon realised Hoogan had fallen asleep again and sighed. He nudged Chane.

"Mate, what am I supposed to do with this old fart, ee's fallen asleep again?"

Chane rubbed his face with his hands as though wondering what he'd done to deserve all this. He looked at Brandon.

"Call his carers I guess."

Brandon was about to ask for their number when two confused looking women appeared, spotted Hoogan and beared down on him armed with a straight jacket and a syringe.