I heard a guitar in room B. I heard drums in room E. I went back to room J.

Later, I saw the drummer and guitarist outside. We all realized we were having the same nightmare. So we ate some arsenic-laced pudding, put on black nikes and sweat suits, and draped purple cloths over our heads. We rode Halebop into the Oort cloud, and said "hi" to a cold, black star.