A phone rings in a crowded lecture hall. BumHard answers.
It's Chris Cullen.
"Yeah man! Sweet! Fuck yeah! Come on down! Yeah! OwWOWOWWW!!" says Nate.
Minutes pass.
The lecture hall fills to capacity as the professor collects her papers, moments from beginning the lecture.
A stocky white boy enters the hall.
"I'm dancin'! I'm dancin'!" he shouts, crip walking.
The entire lecture hall rolls its eyes.
He approaches a crowded row, where there are two open seats: one on the aisle, where he is standing, and another on the far side of BumHard, across the knees of thirty people.
"Yo yo (what!) can I get in there?" asks Cullen.
"Dude, maybe you could sit right there, you know, in that open seat next to your legs," suggests Cicerone.
"No man! I'm here! I want to sit next to Natey-baby ow ow!!! I'm dancin'!"
Thirty people sigh, and stand. Chris Cullen gleefully skips down next to BumHard. They immediately begin to make out loudly as the professor begins her lecture.
True story.
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