"Dudes, if we want to sway the people into getting in touch with their inner homies, we gotta let them chill a little!" exclaimed Buxtahoota. "You all know what the only thing that can do that is."

"But B-man, where in the name of all that is good are we going to get that much PiBB?" asked Witt.

"I didn't mean PiBB, dude. If we ever find more PiBB, we're drinking it all," said Buxtahoota with a weird wombat smirk.

"Amen to that, Brother," exclaimed Thelonius.

Witt leans back in his bean bag chair and looks as if he is contemplating something. "You're going to use Gore to do it, aren't you?"

"Yes, yes I am. They already tried to vote for him 'cuz he shags guys. They listened to that man once, and he'll inspire them again! Thelonius, ready the supplies!"

Thelonius hops out of hhis bean bag chair and runs over to the other side of the room and begins to grab all the things he will need. Witt and Buxtahoota head for the door. Buxtahoota stops and takes a moment to endulge in maniacal laughter. Then he stops.

"This will be a day to remember."