Sufficiently dizzy and disoriented, Jake shifted the mic stand off of his shoulder. He began to wave it around close to the ground, hoping to feel a watermelon. Eventually he tapped the edge of an object that sounded suitably like a melon. Unable to see anyone around him, Jake flung the microphone stand around, fortunately missing any bystanders, twirling it over his head, and bringing it down on the watermelon.

The force of the stand hitting the melon split it in apart, but managed to crush the middle of the fruit. At least there was more left intact than when Max did it.