|Friday, November 3, 2006|
|Panel 1: In
the Davies common room, a chubby black-haired man of Asian ancestry
sits on a couch, playing a guitar. Casey is nearby on a chair, smiling
as he listens to the song.|
Guitarist [sings]: Sittin' here as the clock strikes three, / Alone with my thoughts, / Alone with my loneliness.
Guitarist [sings]: Sittin' here, don't know how to be: / At one with myself, / Yearning for togetherness?
Guitarist [sings]: Big wheel turns. Every year the same. / Every year the game plays on. / And every year I write / A song 'bout how I've seen...
Panel 4: The camera pans out, and we see there are many drunken, miserable people, including Marie and the blue-haired woman, strewn about the floor at the guitarist's feet.
Guitarist [sings]: The carnage that follows / A Davies Hallowe'en...
Blue-Haired Woman [to Casey]: I will pay you to strangle the guitarist.
Alt-Text: It's the Ciiiiirrrrrcle of Sanity-Destroying Twelve-Hour Parties...