Steve: Well done bozo. Ruin the boys’ confidence. Infect him with your very own drone virus so he ends up like this potbellied idiot Andrew. Feeling as if society suppressed him and using it as his excuse to be a professional beta male… lashing out at… Jesus, I need to get out of here!

Between Cathy and Andrew sulking while eating all of his food, Jason scoring a decisive victory over a kid one third of his age and the racket they are making, Steve has had enough. He gets up and walks away into the house.

They remain quiet, as if wanting to keep the iciness around so they could let him know he was the buzz kill of the group. This was a BBQ after all right? There was supposed to be a party atmosphere. It was supposed to be fun.