The end result in the situation is that you'll be dragged around the world making mad money for the next six months. The only catch, you tell Oasis, is that you can't leave the UC until after midnight. So you and the band spend the next hour and a half drinking mochachinos and lattes, chilling out while you watch the clock. At midnight, you finally leave the UC, confident that your buddies in Maywood will live to see many future bomb scares. You spend a moment, a very brief moment, thinking about how you'll miss them as you tour the world, and then hop on the bus and leave Worcester forever without saying another word to anyone.

 Two weeks later, you're back in Worcester. Two weeks of hanging out with Oasis and their dumb ethnic jokes was all the time it took for you to come to your senses and return to Clark, proud center of multiculturalism.