"Phil, come on! We have to film this, or we'll both forget and never do it!" Phil comes running down the stairs, shirt half on, yelling "I'm coming! Don't start filming without me!"
Phil walks around half naked so often, I've conditioned himself to not pay attention to it. It's not like I'm gay or anything, I just don't want to see my best friend shirtless.
We finally get all our bearings together, and walk into Phil's bedroom. I grab a sharpie, and Phil turns on the camera.