a sitcom moment

In boxers and bed-head, Tim tromped groggily downstairs. The unmistakable scrape of Joy Behar's voice scratched at the air from the living room. Eyebrow raised, Tim peered around the corner to see Kevin, bowl of Lucky Charms beside him, legal pad in hand, watching The View.

"Dude," Tim grumbled, scratching his forehead, "what are you doing?"

Kevin scribbled something on the pad as the studio audience burst into applause. "Recon."

Tim squinted at his roommate for six seconds, then turned and stumbled for the kitchen.

"Hey," Kevin called around a mouthful of cereal, "I got tickets for The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants at 3."

Tim groaned. "That's way too deep in enemy territory."

"You can't airstrike love!" Kevin shouted, shaking his spoon.

"Mrrf."