[[Steve Irwin rides on Drew's back past a bar, in front of which Matt is watching him]]
Steve Irwin: AS YOU CAN SEE HERE, YOUR TYPICAL COMP SCI MAJOR JUST CAN'T SEEM TO RELAX IN A PARTY SITUATION LIKE THIS ONE! FASCINATING, EH?
Drew: GET HIM OFF! GET HIM OFF!
[[Matt glances at his drink]]
Matt(thinking): I knew I couldn't trust that bartender