You tell them their time is up.

"Alright. Times up," I yell.

They emerge from the bathroom. "We agree," Britney says, "but there's gonna be some rules."

I yell, "Sorry, but that shit won't fly. I make the rules, & if you don't like that, I'll just have to take this to press!"

"OK, OK... We agree," they respond without hesitation.

"I'm glad to hear that. I'll expect both of you to be in room 1138 in 1 hour, I say. With that, I hand them the key, & head out.

I have special plans for them.