So. It wasn't the time that we got ossified and tried to steal those chairs out of the Bow. Or a few years back when we got banned from the Lost Shepard. Or the time that we started running our mouths off trying to play wingman for Scotty and Jamie and then we had a misunderstanding with their boyfriends. Or hell, even everything we're still a bit fuzzy on from Vegas.
Nope. Turns out all it takes is a holy joe on the bench when it comes to human right. My only regret is that I couldn't have been there to watch it for myself. Though, upon further reflection, it might have been a good thing I was trapped under a mountain of homework.