"Guys, if I hit the TV with this…" Wang Yang belched, holding a golf club with a wobbly stance, he looked back at Tom and Zachary sitting on the couch, grinning and asking, "Will the TV explode?"
Drunk as a skunk, Zachary slurred, "Don't know…" but before he could finish, he collapsed onto the sofa with a thud, fast asleep and snoring; Tom staggered to his room, seemingly deaf to any sounds; and Joshua had long been lying on the ground like a dead pig, saliva drooling from the corner of his mouth. Wang Yang gripped the golf club with both hands, steadied his stance, aimed at the TV screen, and took a swing, laughing, "Let's find out!"
