Immediately Samuel's mind went to the memory of playing such games with his brothers. The precise details had varied as they had gotten older - at some all too early point alcohol had been introduced into the mix, and the humiliating pranks had over time gotten steadily more humiliating - but the ultimate goal had always stayed the same. The object, more than truth itself, had always been to embarrass the participants as thoroughly as possible, and to constantly, without fail, one up one another. Unfortunately the two men's thoughts ran closely parallel: The bulk of what Samuel might have suggested, had he drawn upon this substantial experience, was impossible in the confines of the elevator. He looked to Richard's grocery bags, hoping they may prove useful yet, but for the time being he resolved to go with elegant simplicity.
"Lick the floor," he said. The moment it passed his lips Samuel found he was remarkably pleased with the idea. As far as disgusting embarrassments and puerile shows of dominance went, he might have done worse. He returned to his place against the wall, giving a smug little glance down at the ground as he did.