You sit down and immediately regret wearing long sleeves.

A puppy’s already half-climbed into your lap, paws digging in as it tries to lick your chin. “I’m telling you, this is rigged,” Walker Scobell says, pointing at you. “They gave you the chill one. Mine’s broken.”

Leah doesn’t even look up from the puppy she’s holding. “I’m not answering anything important,” Leah Jeffries says flatly. “This is impossible.”

On the floor, Aryan Simhadri is surrounded. Like—fully swarmed. One puppy’s chewing his shoelace, another’s asleep on his leg. “I’ve lost control of the situation,” he says. “They’ve unionised.”

Someone off-camera tries to ask a question, but Walker’s already distracted, leaning closer to your puppy. “What’s its name? No, actually—don’t tell me. I’ll get attached.” The puppy in your lap shifts, tail wagging wildly, knocking your arm into Walker’s.

Walker tries to move the puppy in his lap which results in it trying to bite his lap.

“No no no not there!” Walker panics. Aryan just laughs at the situation while Leah just calmly pats the puppy lying on her leg.