"Oh? What happened with him?" asked Klaus.

Rather than try to explain first, Randy simply showed him the memory.

Klaus snorted, "Oh God....he looks like he's having a seizure,"

"Who's having a seizure?" came a familiar twang from behind them.
Randy VIII looked down to see Haphazard peering eagerly around him, apparently trying to get in on the mental connection before the image was lost.

"Who are you?" asked Klaus.

Haphazard straightened himself up and held a tattooed hand out to him. "Haphazard's the name, and who might you be?"

"I'm Klaus Kraus, nice to meet you," said Klaus.

Haphazard licked his hand and proceeded to drape an arm over Randy VIII's neck. "Klaus Kraus... Say, isn't that your sugar-daddy?"
"Uh huh." Randy VIII picked up the arm and shoved it back toward its owner.
"I thought he had a mustache."

"Well, I'm usually a man," said Klaus.

Haphazard looked him up and down with an expression of serious contemplation, then nodded. "Thank the heavens," he concluded.
Randy VIII flicked him on the ear. "Shu'up, I think 'e looks fine."
"That's just on account of the fact that you like Krauses," Haphazard insisted with a dismissive wave of his hand.
Randy VIII grinned. "I love Krauses."

"Nothing wrong with my family, we're a fine bunch," insisted Klaus.

"Yeah!" Randy put an arm around Klaus and snapped his teeth at Haphazard, who responded by licking him on the chin.

Klaus put his arm around Randy in return, if he'd had his mustache he'd have wrinkled it.

"Well, ain't that just--say!" Haphazard suddenly took notice of Randy's shoes. "Those sure are fancy!"

"They're custom made, and worth more than you probably make in a week," Klaus noted.

"An' if you don't want 'em up your ass, you best not lay a finger on 'em," Randy VIII added with a grin.
Haphazard pulled a face at him. "You sure are mean to me," he pouted.
"What goes around comes around, baby!" Randy VIII puckered his lips and made a kissing noise at him.
"A little pain never hurt anybody," said Haphazard, fluttering his eyelashes innocently.