Step mom is on the phone in the next office telling a story about a friend who made a pit stop in a port-o-potty on a golfcourse. While 'resting' he felt something stike his butt. Thinking splashback he was a bit freaked and hurried to wipe but when he did he discovered it was a frog that had leapt from the pit. I'm afraid I'd have been standing
So this image in my head of the Friar on a stool under a single spotlight, tuxedo tie undone, double shot in one hand and the mic in the other crooning "set 'em up Joe" pleases me probably more than it should.