platypus emerges from his burrow, squinting against the mornig sun.
"I'm it?"
Accepts the Big Red Hooter from cchris, "Thanks mate. Cheers!"
Downs in one gulp. "Hey, don't Hooters usually come in pairs?"
No worries, was just gonna crack into this bottle I've been saving.
Which reminds me...
Hey, Bundy! Here, have a snort. You're it.