...We won the fucking sing off!!

Next up, the game!

Great time but I'm tired and need something hot for my throat if I wish to talk. I screamed today and will scream more tomorrow.

Damn hot in the dining hall even -I mean odd- if you are wearing small amounts of clothing.

The fight in the air is like a blade in your chest.
The rivalry is thicker than solidified honey.
The love shakes the ground as your feet stomp and your lungs scream.

HAIL HAIL THE OLD ODDLINE!!!!