Published May 21, 2010

You get an anxious phone call from a friend in need

Biel needs lights and fast!
The whole junior high is counting on you

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: