"He'll be back. They always come back." Grimm muttered between throwing down cups of punch. "Needs more vodka." Grimm began pouring more alcohol into the punch bowl as Mick frowned, his hands in his pockets.
"Now who's gonna guide me in recreating the universe?" He muttered to himself.
"Recreate the universe? Screw that, let's party!" Grimm grabbed an attractive, buxom, redheaded girl and the two fell into the conga line as Shirley franticly tried to redirect it away from the upstairs of the house.
"I knew this was a bad idea." Chewy Walrus said to no one in particular. "Hey, punch! Don't mind if I do!"
