Hello, It's Me ? Steven Hyde

Liz sat on the couch in the basement, accompanied by Eric and the rest of the guys. She read through a book for school, only half paying attention to Fez finding the family's Twister game.

"Okay. Here we go," he announced to the room before flicking the spinner. "Right hand, blue."

Confused, the whole room glanced over as he got down onto the mat to play.

Liz finally set down her book, moving to sit on the arm of the couch to see. "Fez, you can't play Twister by yourself."

"That's where you're wrong, my pretty friend," he replied with a grin before reaching for the spinner again. "Right leg, green. Oh, that's gonna be tough."

Eric shared a helpless glance with his twin. It was hard trying not to look as Fez's leg awkwardly bent up next to them before landing on a green circle.

Hyde glanced up from the newspaper he was reading. "Hey, Fez, man, the circus called. They said they'll pay you fifty bucks a week if you can kiss your own ass."

"Take a message!" Fez called back.

Liz's eyes met Hyde's, the two breaking into silent laughs.

The back door suddenly flew open, and Donna strolled in, announcing, "I have the greatest news in the world." Before she could continue, she noticed Fez on the floor, her face scrunching up. "How the hell are you doing that?"

"I'm double jointed." He smiled up at her.

"Super," Donna muttered before sitting in between the twins. "My parents are renewing their wedding vows."

Liz gasped, grabbing onto her best friend's arm. "No way! That's great, Donna! Aww, I'm so happy for you."

"Wait, so," Eric started, sliding from the back of the couch onto the cushion, "Double-dating degenerates and sneezy bar bags just lost its appeal?"

"You'd be amazed how fast sneezy bar hags lose their appeal," Hyde cut in.

"He speaks from experience," Liz noted, slowly nodding at the couple next to her.

Hyde merely smirked. "You're right, Lizzie. But then, like, two beers later, it all comes roaring back."

Donna chuckled at the comment, but shook it off. "No. Finally, the insanity's over. You know, I'm really happy about this, you guys. And, Eric, you should be too. My parents have been driving me nuts, and I've probably been a little moody lately."

"No. God, you haven't been moody," Eric assured her, pulling her into a side hug. Looking at the others, he dramatically mouthed, 'So moody.'

Liz giggled, but turned away when her friend glanced at her questioningly.

"Oh, this is great," Kelso said sarcastically from the lawn chair. "Jackie's gonna get wedding fever. Man, all I'm gonna here is, 'Michael, at our wedding, don't shove cake in my face.' And, 'You better know how to dance', and, 'There will not be a trampoline.'"

"Wow..." Liz breathed, shaking her head. "A wedding without a trampoline?"

Kelso sat up, pointing at her. "Right! It's crazy talk."

"Yeah." Hyde jumped on the mocking train. "It'd be like a funeral without a dunk tank."

"Yeah. You know what? She even knows what kind of china patterns she wants. Pink and purple with unicorns. Who wants to see a unicorn when they're eating pie?" Kelso hissed.

Liz bit her lip, figuring her thoughts were left better unsaid.

"Left leg, yellow," Fez relayed from behind the couch, breaking the group's silence. He then popped his head up, pouting up at Liz. "Liz, will you please help me get my pants off?"