Sitting in his chair on the deck, Rob decided to scurryfunge as Ken waffled on about Springsteen again, leaving Fuzz to listen politely. However, with his scurryfunge gait, it was difficult to traverse Ken's living room. The scattering of wine cartons, boxes of books, and mélange of knickknacks, made any hasty movement a hazardous endeavour. One would think that Ken would scurryfunge if guests were coming over. Ken took great umbrage as Rob's attempted escape had caused him to fall into a great pile of books; books that Ken had precariously stacked only a few hours before. Fuzz considered that it would be best to scurryfunge on the deck, waiting for the shitstorm to pass.