Brain: Okay guys, let's just hang out, have a drink or two, and get back by midnight. We have a test in the morning. Good?
Legs: Got it.
Hips: I'm going to randomly move around weirdly to the music.
Eyes: Awkwardly scoping out girls here. Then when we make eye contact, turning away. Classic.
Hands: I'm just going to hold on to this cup of vodka. Maybe a gulp or two, to look natural. Or three. I'll, uh, just finish this cup.
Alcohol: Woo! What is up guys? Let's WRECK this party!
Brain: Wait, a second, I'm in charge here, and-
Alcohol: Not any more buddy. Eyes! Don't let the boobs out of your sight. Hips? Double-time! Okay no, not like that. Yikes
Brain: I'm not sure if-
Alcohol: Mouth? Pick up lines loud and often. Also, slurs.
Mouth: Sluring words or racial ones?
Alcohol: Both. And don't stop moving. We're talking loud, and we're making up name-drops.
Mouth: Like how I met Tony Hawk and he's now my best friend?
Alcohol: Sure, go with that. Also, you're rapping now. And where's-
Penis: YEAH! A GIRL!
Alcohol: There he is. Penis, you're in charge.
Eyes: Dude, she's like a four. Hundred pounds. She's like four hundred pounds dude. No.
Alcohol: We don't care. We're pouncing. And by pouncing I mean stumbling towards. Let's do this!
Brain: You're going to regret this
Penis: LET'S GO! YEAH!
Alcohol: I like your style, penis. I'm promoting you to 'brain'. Brain, you're, um, the legs now.
Brain: I quit. Good luck functioning without a brain, body.
Alcohol: Fine! You were cramping my style anyway. Plus, you're not going to want to remember this next part in the morning. Okay Penis, here we go!
Alcohol: Uh, Penis? Buddy?
Alcohol: Oh my god. No. No! Don't die on me, damn it!
Legs: You killed him!
Alcohol: Oh man, oh man
screw this, I'm out of here. Later nerds. And make sure to give the Brain a punch for me tomorrow morning.
Legs: Wait, you're stuck with us. How are you going to leave?
Mouth: My bad.