You get an anxious phone call from a friend in need
You are sitting at home, minding your own business and boning up on your 100-level geology when the telephone rings.
You pick it up and give it your best Marcello Mastroianni, “Pronto.”
“Luke, stop screwing around, this is serious!” says Biel, exasperated, “I need a lighting kit. Oh god, this is bad. I need it like, now, man. I’m trying to DJ a junior high dance here. It’s just…”
“It’s just what?”
“It’s just you’re the only one I can turn to, all right?”
“Ok, Biel, don’t move a muscle. I’ll get right on it!” you say as you hang up the phone.You decide to: