Maybe it was the island. Or maybe it was the laws of dramatic irony hard at work. Either way, Hardison-the-bear gave another cheery, "Wuv you beary much!" before tipping over facefirst onto the couch cushion he was seated on.

And a moment later, there was a tangle of gangly, naked limbs as Hardison-the-man struggled hard not to complete his fall and faceplant onto the floor.

He was, of course, keeping up a running monologue. "...threaten to drink my soda cause I missed the Fourth of July? Ain't even a real holiday! Not like Thanksgivin' or Christmas or--whoa!"