|Wednesday, June 20, 2007|
|Panel 1: Casey, Marie, Felicia, Frankie, and several other Junior Fellows are sitting on benches in the Davies quadrangle.|
Felicia: Funny...my very first interaction with you was when you brought a bunch of us beer.
Casey: ...I didn't know what else to do with it. I won it at an English-department orientation event.
Felicia: You won beer.
Casey: Six bottles.
Felicia [to Frankie]: He's smart...he's cute...he's talented...and he wins freaking beer!
Barbara [pops up from behind the bench on which Casey, Felicia, and Frankie are sitting]: I told you he was Satan.
Alt-Text: Now, if I knew someone like that, I would not gush; I would stand well back and throw stuff.