I heard the following lines in the order that they were read spaced out about 30 minutes from each other:
"Hey Brent, any idea how to mix a drink?"
"Are you sure that there is alcohol in this?"
"Tell me a story"
If the cops didn't bust up the party I think I could have gotten people to the point where they're running around naked. Grad school might work for me. There are few parties that could handle rounds of my "Leap Into an Open Grave" (a drink I actually got off of an episode of Cheers).