"Yeah... I'm not saying anything," Tyler said. His mind made a quick calculation: even if he did spoil their fun and try to play the part of a hero, nobody was going to believe that he was innocently sitting by and watching football, and either his call would be dismissed or he'd be hauled off with everybody else. Fuck that.<br/><br/>He got up off the couch and strolled over. "Maybe you oughta shut up, too," he said to the pizza girl. "Steve? Should we gag her?" He looked around and didn't see anything handy to use as a gag, but there had to be rags in the kitchen, and if nothing else was available, he was wearing socks.