The wee hours of Wednesday morning at the OEP booth aren’t all that sleepy and dull. A certain balding, bearded Muslim’s antics throughout the night taught the others that they must-stand-shit every now and then. A dangerous looking spider scurrying across the room had him yell to everyone that they must-stand-still. There is a buzz going around about this evening’s N2O prof show, but he feels it won’t be that great. Trust comic-stand-still to be such a killjoy. It wasn’t long before he started arguing with a junior about how funny N2O would be, and the disgruntled junior was later seen muttering under his breath, ‘must-punch-sir’.

Rumours are rife within the club about a possible impeachment of muse-stansir for failing to contribute to brainstorming. The rumour reached his ears and frustrated, moustache-sir began pulling out hair… from his beard, yelling incoherently. We were fortunate that he was born male, for despite her bust-and-shit, we surely could not put up with the whining of a miss-tansir. Calming down, he was able to sit down and plan how to remain in power, promising to must-act-sure.