One morning I went to a bar to get a drink. When doing so I notice nobody's here but somehow the door's opened. Went I walked in, a poster's peeling off and there's a giant hole right behind it, some cover job. I climb into the hold and as I crawl further, there's a noise in inside. I crawl closer and closer, there's a light at the end of the tunnel.

Then I heard partying and this:

Get down on it
get down on it

Get down on it
get down on it
come on and
Get down on it
get down on it

Get down on it
get down on it.

How you gonna do it if you
really don't want to dance

By standing on the wall?
Get your back up off the wall
tell me.
How you gonna do it if you
really don't want to dance

By standing on the wall. Get
your back up off the wall

I went in and for some reason nobody noticed, but I join the party and had a great time until I saw a familiar face, Mr. Met.

"Hey Mr. Met, how are you doing?" I said

But it turns out because of the season the Mets are having, the mascot is a wasted drunk.

"Leave me alone for I'l...f-fuc...kin..." then he passed out

Then one of the partygoer saw this and yelled "You bastard, what did you do that for?"

"What the hell are you talking about, he passed out, I didn't do anything!"

"Yes you did, I saw you"

Annoyed at that false accusation, I went to confront him when a bartender came and said "Boys, don't fight, we're here to enjoy the party"

"You're right" the noob said then he turns to me "Sorry"

Then he kissed me in the mouth!

Disturbed, I ran to the nearest waste basket and start vomiting like crazy while yelling "What the hell! My mouth is rotting..."

Anyway, the incident was averted and so no bar fight occurred. Mr. Met was still out cold when the party ends and I'm still traumatized from the kissing...

Just heard something outside, a rumbling noise...I'll go and check outside to see what it is.