And later, yeah, we will probably drunkenly stumble through a park somewhere like the Suit Dinks are doing now, and I'm relieved that St. Joe's didn't have a fight song that I was aware of, because I'm sure we'd drunkenly sing that too like these guys are here, and I went to a Catholic school so maybe we'll belt out a few hymns like "Lord, Make Me An Instrument Of Your Peace" or something. ["I'm not paying your bail this time." -- Sars] Joey lags behind, trying to open up a beer, and he's so drunk that he tries to slam it open against the rim of a garbage can as his buddies wander away, and this creepy disembodied voice tells Joe that "it's a twist-off" but Joey doesn't get freaked out; he just opens the beer and giggles. Not for very long, though, as the air behind him coalesces into a shimmery human form and strangles Joe, all alone with his beer in the park. Opening credits.