Damon sighed and hit play again.
The video jumped forward a few minutes. The scene had shifted to the backyard. There was a kiddie pool filled with ice and drinks, and someone had set up a folding table for... beer pong?
Damon, shirt half off and headband wrapped around his forehead, stood with one foot on the table, holding a mop like a microphone.
"I'm tellin' ya now, if this were the Roman Empire, I'd be emperor by now! Joey! Where's me goblet!"
From behind the camera, Joey's voice yelled, "Bro, it's plastic!" Then Joey appeared in frame, absolutely drenched from the waist down, holding what looked like a bottle of ketchup.
"THIS is the secret sauce of champions!" he announced, and squeezed a line across his bare chest. "Victory stripes!"
A woman off-screen shouted, "You look like a hotdog!"
Joey flexed. "A sexy hotdog!"
