Visiting over at Tolkien's house, the couple are both currently inside Tolkien's bathroom. Clyde's sitting on a wooden stool, sulking like a baby with his lip pouted, whilst Tolkien's standing behind him, hands buried in his shampoo-ed hair. Tolkien ruffles his digits through Clyde's infested hair, plucking out any visible lice.

Tolkien looks in the mirror, seeing Clyde's puppy-eyed look, pleading him to stop. Tolkien scoffs. "Don't act all sad now, moron, " Tolkien retorts, turning Clyde's head to get the perfect angle, searching through his scalp. He does deliver a quick cheek-kiss to Clyde, however.