My sweet red love, that's how I lived. [picks up the tempo with the music, swirling them effortlessly as his legs remember what the rest of his body is too sloshed to] With 1600 brothers, you have to, you know. It's a constant rumor mill, and we brave souls of the fourth, tried to keep things under control as best we could, figuring who was in love with, mad at, or just plain fucking whom.

The things you hear.

Did you know that for a span of seven months there was a vicious rumor around that Marco's dick was twenty feet long and the only reason no one could tell was because it was retractable?