Sam steps back, admiring how masterfully he's hanged his framed vinyl of Cannibal Corpse's "Eaten Back to Life." He smiles, which is interrupted by Neil bumping into him. He turns around, surprised. "Be careful with those! Those are very valuable!" he yells, and Tony looks over from across the room, where he's filling a bookshelf with assorted light reading material. "They're a bunch of bootleg cassettes, Sam. They're worth like two bucks." Sam looks crestfallen. "Damn gypsies, they told me they were collectors items." Rob emerges from the kitchen, a sandwich in hand. "The cooler is pretty much unpacked," he says through a mouthful of ham and cheese. Sam rubs his temples, exhausted. "You guys have to be more careful...I don't want to break any of Nichole's stuff.." he says, and immediately a crash comes from the other room. Neil pokes his head through the doorway. "Don't worry Sam, it wasn't Nichole's. It was a bunch of Atomic War Bride stuff. It's better broken." Sam sighs. "It wasn't me!" Neil protests, pointing at Cappy, who is sitting on the couch and chewing one of Sam's shoes. "It was Decapitator!"

Neil points at the dog once more. "Cappy did it!" Cappy looks at Nichole and yawns. Sam walks over and takes his shoe from between Cappy's paws. "It's nothing, babe. Some of my Atomic War Bride stuff. Nothing that important," he says, walking over to the fallen box and picking it up.

"No problemo, Ma'am," Rob says, cracking his back. The house is starting to look semi-unpacked now. "How are you feeling? Is this pregnancy thing kicking your ass?" Tony says, walking in from the kitchen, sodas in hand. He offers one to Nichole and sits down on the couch.

"Ew, adult problems," Tony says, cringing. "I didn't know that about Erica and Natalya," Rob says, sitting down with them. "What happened?"

"Jeez. That sucks," Tony says. Rob nods in agreement. "So...she's pregnant now, right? Like, with Sam's...er...special sauce?" Rob asks, unsure whether Nichole knew yet or not.

"Yeah, she tweeted about it. Turns out she wasn't, you know, sterile after all," Rob says. "I don't know if Sam knows yet. He's borderline amish when it comes to using social media."

"The best way to figure out what you're doing wrong is to read your wife's blog," Rob says, laughing a bit. "I'm sure Erica will be okay. She's a tough one."

"Sam's the only person I'd be excited for to have a kid. Mostly because he'll be a good dad," Tony says. "I want to be an uncle!" Neil says, emerging from the kitchen with a sandwich. "You can't be an uncle, Neil. You don't have any brothers." Neil just shrugs. "God-uncle, then. I'm sure Sam will make me god uncle." Rob puts his drink down and pipes up. "Uh, excuse me? I'm obviously the best god uncle material around here!" Neil picks a pickle slice from his sandwich and throws it at Rob.

"See? I'm pretty," Neil says to Rob, sticking his tongue out. The three rise from their seats, wiping their hands on their pants. "What needs unpacking? I'm an unpacking machine!" Tony states, cracking his knuckles. Sam comes in the front door, groceries in his arms and Cappy at his feet. "Hey, movers," he says to the three. He kisses Nichole on the cheek on his way to the kitchen, "and hello, wife. You guys hungry yet?" he asks, putting away the food.

"Erica and Natalya broke up?" Sam asks worriedly, putting the groceries down. "When did this happen?"