“Habas rawap sinso wertgu entu tyrk opinaga penadse,â€? Tobias said as pumped the pony keg and handed Jeff a draft beer.

“Dude, will you cut that crap out? If you aren’t careful, the whole Ball State campus will be crawling with shadow wraiths. Those things are even worse than the campus police! Speaking of demons, you haven’t seen Susan have you?”

“Nope,” Tobias said, shrugging his shoulders.

“You really got an attitude, don’t you. No wonder the villagers hate you. Hey, I heard that David Letterman is partying over at the Sigma Chi house. Wanna check it out ?”

“Habas rawap-”

“Stop it,” Jeff said, rolling his eyes. “Hey, how much money we made so far?”

“Billions,” Tobias said, giving his best Dr. Evil impersonation.

“Really, how much have we made?” Jeff asked.

“sinso wertgo-”

“Shh!”

“entu tyrk-”

“Zip it!”

“opinaga pinadse-”

“What did you call me?”

“Habas-”

“Shh! Shh-Shh. Shh-Shhhhhh-Shh. Shh-shh!
Telegram for Mr. Reginald. Let me read it to you.
It says Shhh!”

“Uhoh”

“Susan?”