Hell, since it's practically game canon now:
Add only one word Midnite,

The regular crowd shuffles in, Laukev looks around, suspiciousely looking Bush-like, because Canada has good weed. Cheech and Chong file in past the crowd, bongs in hand. Sing us a song you're the piano man.
Suddenly Seymour succumbs slowly
[ July 27, 2004: Message edited by: Midnight Candidate ]