Shrugging Parker off might be easier said than done. She's been told she has a hell of a grip.

Of course, she can't quite make herself turn away from the tree either, so at present they are forming what is effectively a very short conga line.

"Yeah. It's sort of like....slow dance beat combined with Barry White."

Presumably, other people might hear different.

"Meg?" Parker sounds slightly desperate. "If I ask nicely will you slap me?"