Ameristar and Crasher sat on the couch that was salvaged from the complex, and talked. Euro was seated in between them, fuming.
Ameristar: "There goes Wulf. Don't let him see me."
Crasher: "What, don't you want to dance some more?"
A: "Oh, don't get me started."
C: "What, you didn't like it?"
A: "Being nearly crushed and thrown all over the place? Are you joking? How was yours?"
C: "The one in the mask? He kept staring at me and following me around."
A: "Staring at you? You mean your breasts?"
C: "Just at me! And he had to lift up his mask to talk to me."
A: "What? Doesn't it have a mouth hole?"
C: "Yes! He just kept following me and trying to hug me. I had to sneak away from him. What about the one with the beard?"
A: "He kept disappearing into the bathroom to shave. It kept growing back."
C: "Yuk!"
A: "I know. Then he kept talking to his backpack all night."
C: "Weird."
A: "Yeah, what about the cute one with the big feet?"
C: "Well, you know what they say about guys with big feet. . ."
A: "Yeah, big shoes!"
Suddenly, Euro can take no more. "Girls, do you mind?! I have a lot of very serious concerns here!"
A: "Sorry, hon, but it's New Year's Eve. We wanna have a little fun."
Suddenly they hear a scream as John runs by, waving his arms, his army jacket on fire again.
Blackwulf: "Hey, monkey-boy, Comrade John is having set himself on fire again."
The Luchadore: "I'll put him out. I'll throw this bowl of punch on him."
As Blackwulf and "monkey-boy" try to talk him out of it, The Luchadore grabs up the punch bowl and tosses the contents on top of John, who promptly begins to scream even louder as the flames grow higher and begin to burn even hotter. He runs outside heading for the beach.
Luchadore: "What happened?"
Monkey-Boy: "We tried to tell you. That wasn't punch. It was alcohol."
