*Howie returns from Siberia, and, as begged and pleaded for, he has a gift for Nick, wrapped in a box*

Howie: *pushes the box to Nick* Here ya go.

Nick: *picks box up* Ooooooo... *shakes it a little* It's light.

Howie: Yup.

Nick: *shakes it a lil more* It's quiet.

Howie: Yup.

Nick: *shakes it a lil harder* What is it?

Howie: Open it.

Nick: *shakes it more* Is it a shirt?

Howie: Open it.

Nick: *shaking still* ...is iiiit... snow?

Howie: How the hell would I wrap snow in a box dude?

Nick: I dunno. But it's from Siberia right? MAYBE ... MAYBE you put the snow in a lunch box. YEAH!! It's an insulated lunch box fulla snow! From Siberia!!

Howie: (rolling eyes) How ever did you guess?

Nick: (WIDE eyes) Is it REALLY?

Howie: Think about it, Nick. Snow... it's a lot heavier than that.

Nick: Oh yeah. (blank face)

Howie: Open it.

Nick: *shakes box* What isss it...

Howie: OPEN THE BOX NICK!

Nick: *continues to shake the box vigorously*

Howie: Would you please not do that and just open the damn box?

Nick: It's not like there's anything breakable in there...

Howie: Nick, if you don't open that box I'm gon-

Nick: (eyes wide) OMG!!

Howie: Do you like it?

Nick: I didn't open it yet.

Howie: Then why did you just squeal?

Nick: Did you get me a camel?

Howie:......... (blank face)

Nick:............

Howie:........... dude, are you serious?

Nick:..............

Howie: For the love of... do you honestly think that a friggin' camel would fit in that small box?

Nick: Did you honestly think that Zimbabwe was in South Africa?

Howie: Nick, just open the damn box.

Nick: *slowly opens it* You brought me... a dead butterfly?

Howie: (rolling eyes) Well, it wasn't dead before. Maybe... just maybe the thing may have died when you decided to shake the box, ya think?

Nick: *his bottom lip begins to quiver as he takes the dead butterfly out of the box* You didn't even put holes in the box dude...

Howie: (blank face) *stares at Nick and walks away*

Nick: *places dead butterfly on the table* Breathe, my little butterfly... BREATHE!!!!!! (crying)

Nick: *performing mouth to mouth on the dead butterfly*

AJ: (HUH?? face)

Nick: *unaware of AJ* wakie-wakey little butterflyyyy.... *pokes it* WAKE UPPPPPPP *poke,poke,poke,poke*

AJ: *to Howie* What the hell's this kid doing?

Howie: Trying to wake up a dead butterfly I gave him.

AJ: You gave him a dead butterfly...?

Howie: Well it wasn't dead when it started...

AJ: How'd it die???

Nick: *has his face near where the butterfly's ear would be* WAKE UP BUTTERFLYYYYYYYYY!!!!!

Howie: *picks up the box* I had it wrapped and Nick shook the crap out of it.

AJ: *looks at the box* Dude, you didn't even put air holes in the box...

Howie: *throws hands up in the air, exasperated*

Nick: *poke,poke,poke* My beaautiful butterfly!

AJ: (HUH? face)

Howie: At least he's not calling ME that anymore...

Nick: HOW ON EARTH WILL WE EVER TELL THE FANS?!

AJ: Tell the fans what, exactly?

Nick: That Howie's ... Howie's... *sees Howie* *looks at butterfly* How the hell... theres TWO HOWIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AJ: (WIDE EYES) (blank face)

Howie: (HUH? face) Can I please kill the kid?

Nick: *glances between Howie and the dead butterfly* How can this be?! Which one is the real Howie?

AJ: You've got to be shitting me!!

Howie: Nick, are you serious?

Nick: AJ!! Get away from him!! That could be the fake Howie!! For all we know that... *points to Howie* imposter could've killed the real Howie! *holds butterfly up to AJ.*

AJ: (blank face)

Howie: (rolling eyes)

Nick: C'mon Howard... my beautiful butterfly... LIVE!! *starts to give it CPR*

Howie: (EYES WIDE)

AJ: (throw up)

Nick: (crying) This is all my fault... I'm sorry Howard... I'll never ask you to bring back something, I promise... none of this would've happened if only I hadn't demanded you to bring me back something... flap your pretty little wings for me Howard... please?

Howie: *mutters to AJ* If I told you that I decided to leave the band like Kevin did, would you promise me that you'll close the door and lock the damn thing?

Nick: *places animal skin loincloth over the dead butterfly* I'm sorry Howard... *turns towards AJ* AJ... call off the time of death... *turns back to the covered, dead butterfly* So much fond memories I'll forever cherish... fly free up to butterfly heaven Howard... fly free...

Howie: Can we "accidentally" lose him again... this time in a place no one knows and won't be able to find, even if they google it?

AJ: I don't think we can afford to lose another one...

Howie: What do you mean another one?

AJ: *looks around* Because I think we lost Brian.