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Oz was at least more clean than he had been over the past few weeks, and didn't smell so bad. Nevertheless, he could still announce his presence with sound and today was no exception. With nary a thought to whether someone was already in the entertainment room, he just barged in, opening the door with an obvious clack.

Seeing Marshall spread-eagled on the couch and enjoying the latest blood-soaked installment of Saw, he greatly regretted not knocking first.

Oz's recollection of the drinking party was half-formed at best, but you don't forget the progression of someone's 'animal.' Its a shame he hadn't been for his lunch time beer today - he really didn't want to see Marshall without his beer-vision.

The uneasyness disappeared from his face quickly, masked by his usual cheerfulness, if a little forced at times.

"Aww come on, I thought after last time, you wouldn't jump at seeing me again," he chuckled. Marshall's laboured breathing suggested he'd jumped out of his skin...err...feathers.

Since Marshall was the only one to have used 'Kong' as a nickname, Oz didn't mind really, especially since he'd dubbed the penguin boy 'Pingu.' It was an eery sort of familiarity between the two.

"Ah I'm doing alright. Can't complain really, since the theatre is nearly done. I don't have to do night-guard duty anymore," he shuffled over to the couch and began to lower himself on carefully.

It creaked with the strain and Oz winced. Maybe he should move onto the floor...?

"And you?"

Oz looked confused for a moment, trying to recall the night's events a couple of weeks ago. And then the icy memory hit him and made his stomach clench and twist and growl.

"Oh yeah...ugh, I'm never doing that again. That old git deserves a good kick up the arse for that dare," he said, his chest rumbling a little.

He tried to recline on the couch, cringing once more as it creaked. He sighed and looked exasperated.

"Well, yeah, that does happen in life Marshall," he teased. "So it must be a special girl for you to bring her up..."

"Oh yeah, she's not special at all but you wanna know how to make her like you? Well done Marshall," he teased further with sarcasm, then reached a large hand to the penguin boy's head and ruffled vigorously.

Oz wasn't sure whether to flaunt the fact Marshall had actually come to him for advice. To the guy who had somehow ended up with a mermaid in his lap, but hadn't even used a chat-up line in six months prior to that...maybe he should bluff his way through this. How bad could it end?

"Well...I guess you've got a good start already. You both like to play video-games, right? A common hobby then. Is she a bird too?" he asked, maybe a little bluntly at the end.

A fish... Now why did that ring a bell. Were all the aquatic Islanders mermaids or sirens or something? Oz chewed his lip a little, trying to think about what penguins did. It certainly wasn't cold on this Island. Could penguins swim? Yeah, that sounded right, since they couldn't fly.

"A fish? Well, you can always go swimming and junk," he said flatly, all too aware of the fact he couldn't swim anymore.

"And Star Wars eh? Hmm, so thats cult film, I guess. I wouldn't watch anything like this with her though," he chuckled as he pointed a grey finger to the paused still of a gory Saw scene.

"I just naturally ooze charm, so I don't have any trouble with the ladies," he continued, smirking with that dry wit.

Oz guffawed, feeling quite relaxed now and forgetting he had a care in the world. He should start calling himself 'Big Daddy' or 'Daddy Kong' or something since he'd become a relationship guru of sorts.

"Is she half person? Like a mermaid...?" he asked carefully, having only met Alec as another aquatic person. So, he was basing his assumptions on Sayuri, his mermaid.