And Lindianne just buries her head in her arms and groans. It isn't very visible, but she's turning the exact same of red as a sunburned tomato. "Oh my God, really? Really?" She reaches over to shove Voodoo's shoulder, keeping her eyes averted from the, er, "action" on-screen.

"That's real classy, Voodoo, why don't you let the whole world know?" She breaks down into helpless laughter at the entire situation.

Nobody's ever accused him of having class. Or diplomacy. Sorry, but it's true.