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 Patty and Gordy ask you if you're ready to go back to the residence hall (it's more than a dorm, it's a hall) with them, and you figure you've had enough of this "stay in the UC until it closes" hogwash.

 "I'm leaving the UC with you!" you shout at your friends.

 "Whatever." Patty is such a good friend.

 The three of you casually walk out the door, just like anyone else, and nothing happens. You've never felt as free in your life as you do at that moment. You kiss the ground and hug a tree, stopping along the way to pet a squirrel.

 Ten minutes later, you're relaxing in your Maywood suite when the entire fucking dorm blows sky high. You... You... There are no words to describe you.

The End. You Dickhead.