Brian ceases his monologue. Jim, Eric and Rick climb out from underneath the table and look at each other knowingly. Jim gazes at his coffee vacantly. Rick resumes eating. Then, suddenly comprehending what is happening, he also disappears beneath the tabletop.
Nothing is visible from outside except six lower legs.
Jim wears tattered black Reeboks. Eric's white sneakers are strangely reminiscent of golf shoes. Rick's are old, navy blue running shoes, the kind that have stripes to trick you into thinking that they are Nike's, but really aren't. He flails his arms about helplessly. Eric and Rick laugh loudly.