Robbie Bourbon bursts through the door.

Damnit, Vin, I'm trying to take a nap in the room next door, and you're blasting this music...

Robbie sees Roxy Cotton, her purple dress clinging to her figure as it drips champagne. He blushes and averts his eyes.

Sorry, Miss Cotton, I, uh...

Cyberjaw and Diamondback walk in behind Robbie. They immediately see Vinnie Lane with two champagne bottles and Roxy.

Robbie, I, oh shit!

Dude, time to get this party started right.

Robbie rubs his eyes.

Fuck. Alright.

Robbie steps out with Cyberjaw and Diamondback, then the threesome walk back in carrying chaffing dishes, along with Blue, Ash, and Clyde the Orangutan. Clyde is wearing one of those helmets with two cup holders and straws, a 40 oz. of Schlitz in each holder.

Happy Birthday, Vinnie.

The Bourbon Men set up the food on a table, revealing a tray of baked ziti, a tray of chicken marsala, and a tray of grilled zucchini and yellow squash.

Now eat something, you look like you haven't had a meal besides the powdered up-the-nose type in decades. Here, this is special for you.

Robo-Rob bursts in through the wall, Kool-Aid man style, and does what one would expect it to do.

Happy birthday Vinnie.

It is also holding a small silver platter with a 3 lb. lobster and a 20 oz. porterhouse, quite the surf and turf.