Panel 1: In
the Davies quadrangle, the terrible blonde woman, whose name we are
about to learn, has confronted a group of Junior Fellows about the
rather small, casual chat they are having. Jackie is standing beside
the woman.
Jackie: Listen, Shelly...It's still light out. And we're not making that much noise.
Shelly: Oh, yes, you are.
Panel 2:
Shelly: Break up the party now or I'm calling the campus police.
Felicia: Oh, for--
Frankie: Go ahead.
Somebody Off Panel: Ignore her, guys.
Panel 3: The next lines are screamed angrily and sarcastically by everyone involved.
Felicia: Gosh, this is fun!
Frankie: We should get more beer!
Male Junior Fellow: And stay up until the daring hour of nine thirty!
Panel 4:
Marie [to Casey]: We're not handling this well, are we?
Felicia: Blah blah blah random blah blah blah!
Shelly puts out her phone and enters a number.
Alt-Text: No one would ever do this, right?...right?...WRONG!
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