Dean Slater: Resident Advisor Page #4
I made you toss your phone,
and Yuji pissed your comp.
- [LAUGHS]
Sorry, mate.
- No, it's not on you two.
I told her it'd have
to be face to face.
FEMALE SPEAKER (OFFSCREEN):
When should we start?
Like, 4 o'clock?
- I already had my first drink.
- [LAUGHS]
- Just a normal day.
- Hey.
We thought you guys
weren't coming.
- We sorta lost track of time.
- Yeah, no clocks, no phones,
no computers.
- Are you guys Amish
or something?
the insanities tonight?
- Wanna join us?
- What about the three
[INAUDIBLE]?
- What?
- There's, uh, these other girls
that, uh, invited us to
their party later.
Forget them.
Well swing by and get you.
Wear something memorable.
- See ya.
- Peace.
That was so SMAB.
- I thought you were just gonna
hang, and then you just...
- I looked at those three bikinis
and I thought, even
girls this hot don't want
to go to a party alone.
I figured, just leave.
All we could was
screw this up.
- Nair balls.
- So do this.
- Do this, do this.
- Wait.
- Nope, do this.
- Those guys are, like,
so average.
- Oh, and they act like they're
some epic people.
- Hello?
Of course it's cute.
They're hot because they're
nice and different and
interesting and don't care.
- So unfair.
Totally doesn't matter what
you look like when
you act like that.
[DOOR KNOCKING]
- Hey.
- Hello.
- Oh.
Oh.
- Yeah.
- For sure.
Hey.
- Hey.
YUJI (OFFSCREEN): How are you
ladies doing tonight?
- Hey.
- Good.
- Oh, fresh trips.
Sards.
- Yeah, seriously.
Freshman triples, they're
crowded like sardines.
- Oh.
FEMALE SPEAKER (OFFSCREEN):
It's Japanese.
TYLER (OFFSCREEN): "Don't
get funky covers. "
- It's from our RA.
She's really gross.
- Well, ours is hip.
Hip as in epic.
CORY (OFFSCREEN): Cheers.
YUJI (OFFSCREEN): Let's
do some of this.
Footprints in the sand, carbon
footprints in the sand.
Mother Nature loves the
Earth, turtle doves
and the baby's birth.
But the politicians and those
CEOs, they're destroying the
Earth and it ain't cool, yo.
- May I?
Oy, mi amor.
[PLAYING GUITAR]
[PLAYING GUITAR]
[PLAYING GUITAR]
MALE SPEAKER (OFFSCREEN):
My face is melting.
MALE SPEAKER (OFFSCREEN):
I just came to.
- No way.
- I think was the Dean, bro.
- Who's the Dean?
- Who's the Dean?
OK, the Dean defines SCSU.
- Unofficial mascot.
should make it official.
Biting crabs, lame.
- That's fair.
- So legend holds that the Dean
exposed the administration in
some sort of scandal.
So he wrote an all-new
curriculum for future
students, which he titled,
"On Rigorous Intellectual
Formation Inspiring
Collegiate Ethics. " -ORIFICE.
He told them to shove
it up their asses.
Epic!
MALE SPEAKER (OFFSCREEN): No
one's ever seen a copy since.
- They say he went off to Europe
an created an entire
philosophy of education,
captured in the pages of his
magnum opus.
- "The Magnum Dopus. "
- They say the "Dopus" has such
heavy sh*t in it that if you
read it, you're changed
forever.
And you'll never graduate,
because the "Dopus" makes you
want to just keep learning.
- But you'll drop out, because
you can't stand
being lectured to.
- Radical sh*t, the "Dopus. "
MALE SPEAKER (OFFSCREEN):
Totally.
- Is it online?
- Not a chance.
- Only one copy, handwritten,
in Germany.
- That's where he wrote
most of it.
So I have this cousin who was
went and lived with this family
who knew a guy that
worked as a translator, who met
a guy that helped the Dean
when he first got there, who
said the Dean was, like,
pretty cool, man.
- Ah.
Do you think that was him?
- No.
The Dean's so far beyond
this place, man.
- Yeah, yeah.
Totally.
- You guys are like puppies.
Cute little puppies.
- We could be dogs.
Hey.
So I'm having this thing...
- We can't hang with you.
- It's... uh, it's cool.
I mean, it'll be mellow.
Like, we won't hang with you.
- You know, there are some videos
that you just can't
unsee no matter how
hard you try.
- There it blows.
- What blows?
- My life.
You see, there's this video,
have seen it, and it's online.
MALE SPEAKER (OFFSCREEN):
So got it!
I got it!
- (IN PAIN) Oh!
- (IN PAIN) Oh.
- Oh.
Oh.
Are you OK?
- Sorry, bro.
Do you want some cold kelp?
- No.
- Ow.
Oh, dude, you're Fart Loader.
[LAUGHS]
- Oh.
Oh, there they are.
[MOANING]
Oh my god.
God, I had her right
there on the cusp.
I'm pretty sure she hasn't
even seen the video yet.
- She will.
- I wanted to own it, you know?
Tell her myself.
- You still can, man.
- Hey, it's Fart Loader.
No, no, no, no.
Get over here.
Hey, next game.
It's Fart Loader.
Dude, if we win, you've
gotta fart-load live.
- And if we win?
- Name your price, Ray Charles.
- You guys shut up.
- And who the f***...
- I'm his RA.
- Well, perfect.
I'll kick your ass, and
then you'll get
written up for underage.
- Nobody's getting written up.
But I would like to point
out a few things.
Buying an identity from
brand-affinity is the lamest
form of self-expression.
iTelephones, iTablets, iMusic,
aye, aye, aye, I can't believe
how selfish you are.
When was the last time you
bought something for you, for
our, for we?
- I bought Wii Sports.
- By the way, Ray Charles
was my godfather.
- Game on.
Agh.
Oh, you got me mad.
All right, all right,
I'm getting loose.
Flip cup, flip cup, I'm
a flip cup guy.
I was a flip cup guy
in high school.
- I play by faith,
not by sight.
Game on.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
- Ha, ha.
That's right.
Suck it!
Money.
You got this, you got
this, you got this.
Come on.
MALE SPEAKER (OFFSCREEN): Oh!
- I'm serious, I'm
still thirsty.
I'm parched, man.
- Timing is everything.
[CHEERING]
CORY (OFFSCREEN): Epic
pong shots, man.
[DOOR KNOCKING]
- Yuj, you're closest.
- To what?
- The door, douche.
[DOOR KNOCKING]
- F*** off.
- Narb, narb!
[DOOR KNOCKING]
- F*** the f*** off!
- You win.
You're the only one pissed off
enough to get the door.
- Oh, I'm taking this
to the showers.
- Oh, these boxers are
[INAUDIBLE] my balls.
- Babe?
What's up?
- We need to talk.
- About what?
- I don't even know
what to say.
- That's Skype guy.
- Oh, god, I can't wait
to masturbate.
- It wasn't Cory.
- Are you sure?
- Pretty sure.
- Pull down your pants.
- What are you... what?
- If you love me, you'll
prove it.
Pull down your pants.
- Nope.
- Definitely not.
- Ooh, forgot my shower slips.
- Gross.
[FART]
- Oh, Yuji.
- Go Bears.
- Dude, put some pants on.
- Ew.
Fart Loader?
- Ugh, sick.
- I can't even believe you're
living with the Fart Loader.
FEMALE SPEAKER (OFFSCREEN):
10 million dislikes?
Hello?
Kill yourself.
- I got us a new phone.
- You gonna take him back?
- I'll just have to check
my status and see.
- Mmm.
That's good.
- [SIGHS]
- Wait.
YUJI (OFFSCREEN): But I
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