This Saturday Rub clip features JB, Garry, Spud and Damo with the culmination of a week's-worth of suspense, anticipation and stress from the three boys supporting Garry in the Saturday Rub team. The Wolf's bombshell is finally revealed, after a week of research and homework following some news that came to his desk on Monday night. He's been tailed, he's moved to a safehouse, and he's had his phone tapped all week, leading Jim to notice Gaz's Thursday night Footy Show work was pretty poor. But despite Jim's intro and Garry's reading, the boys still find a way to clip the producer for bringing in a chiropractor to make a back adjustment. Then Garry takes over, beginning with an offer for any of the three to put their hand up and admit to the bomb before he reveals it. No takers. The dossier is three pages long and literally it's first words are disingenuous: I take no joy in what I'm about to reveal. He says his safety is under threat, and that makes Spud think this concerns him. Some platitudes about the Rub boys having a tight friendship that's hard to break. Aside from the actual revelation, the funniest bit of the reading comes when Garry talks about how they look after one another when one of them fails to perform to the lofty high standards expected of Triple M team members. What an absolute load of rubbish! Resist the temptation to revel in the failures of one of our own? Please! But on this occasion, Garry can't offer that support. And then it's onto the crux of the bomb. Appearances. Damo, he says, is blind as batshit, but will willingly front up with coke bottle glasses without fear of embarrassment. Jim tips in to call that a little drive-by -- brilliant. Jim has to front up and share a box with some of the best chiseled granite frames ever witnessed on a football field, Garry no exception. How's that for some wobble? But JB still fronts up with his "sunken chest and arms of cotton." Garry then throws himself in there, claiming his body hair requiring a whipper snipper every day is not something he enjoys doing, but lives with regardless. You can see where this is headed now: Spud. What has Garry got to say about his mate Danny Frawley -- the rugged son of a Bunagree potato farmer? His family are happy never expecting to grace the cover of GQ magazine, and Spud is all too happy to tip into anyone that dares try to alter their appearance for the better: he tells people with hair hats to "live with it, you conceited fool," would never talk to males that have spray tans, men that use moisturiser made him physically sick, and would never get changed in the same room as any man that waxes. But his most vicious comments were left for those that tried to touch up their teeth. This is where Spud figures it out. Garry reckons Spud's criticism of Channel 9's Tony "Chompers" Jones has been hiding a subplot he never predicted. Spud can now officially be referred to as Chomp Frawley! "Bullshit!" Spud retorts. And cue the screaming and laughter. Spud has had a tooth retouched, and one of the boys currently in the studio has told Garry, leading to an entire week of tension. And when Spud tries to defend himself, they keep interrupting and laughing. It's hilarious when Garry finally tells "Chomp" to get his defence out. Spud censors his own swear word out when he threatens to cave Wolf's head in. Garry says he's just going to cop it now, hence, cue the one liners. Jim reckons his tooth looks like a movie screen, but the best one is when he says he would need Spud to smile so Jim can see into the foot-well of his car. That one had me in stitches for several minutes. He's lost for words, the old Spud Regis. He doesn't want to take it out on Damo, he can't get his excuse out. He's a lost man. When he finally does, he says about six weeks ago, he had one tooth done, because it was infected. After another crack, he packs it in and tells them he's going home. And the damage is irreparable. Jim's laughing is priceless, but it's about to get worse because they're going to get Tony Jones on the line. Spud actually admits in the end that the colour is a bit too bright. When they ask for listeners to contact them, Spud demands they give their name and address so he can club them. Garry finally narrows the source down: it was either Purple or Jim, and Spud figures out that it was Jim all along, and there's not one argument to the contrary. The bit that annoys him the most is that while Garry didn't eyeball him for a week, Jim did! He held the secret all week and still looked him dead in the eye knowing what was coming. The only good thing to come out of all this is that all the other skeletons in his Bungaree closet can now be put back away, so he demands his friends and family there "hide all evidence".

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