Brain, meet beer. Beer, I am sure you are already acquainted with Mr. All-You-Can-Drink; he'll be our maitre d' for the evening. Brain, this is All-You-Can-Drink - you may call him Can - a close friend of his. The relationship will become apparent in good time.

Brain, I'd like to introduce you to Karaoke. She's not from around here and her name is pronounced Care-ah-okay. She'll be dancing with the ever vivacious Mr. Vocal-Chords, although I suspect that he'll retire before she will. He's eager but doesn't have much talent, you know.

Brain, you of course know Legs, over there, near the band. I'd like you to keep an eye on him, because what he does always affects the rest of us. If you let him get pulled in by that tart, Latin Music, we'll never see him again. I also ask you to keep him from New Dancing Shoes. They look like trouble.

Ah... Mr Sense, so nice to see you again. What's that you say? Looking for Brain? Why I have him here with me right now. I beg your pardon. That rapscallion and Mr. Brain look nothing alike. Good evening. Really, what an allegation, especially from such a reputable figure in society. Mistaking you for that troublemaking Phallic fellow. I personally turned him out 30 minutes ago.

My name my good lad? Surely you jest. Ego, at your humble service. I do like to throw the parties but they always attract such riffraff. Come with you and Can to the bathroom? I can't imagine what to discuss but very well.

What's this, I say, unhand me! You go to far Messieurs Beer and and All-You-Can-Drink! Mr. Brain, you do bear a resemblance mmmmmmpf! Save me Sense! Ooof!

Roight. Where were we? Cop a feel on Consequence, that prude? Roight, deal.

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