Come into our building. Drink at our bar. It’s the cheapest beer we could find. You’ll love it. Most of it will end up on your shoes, after all.
Stay. Enjoy yourself. Sway to the beat of the music. Sway so hard you can feel your brain rattling around in its casing.
Sing along. Shout. Roar in glorious satanic rapture! You won’t be able to tell what the lyrics are anyway.
Push your way to the front, young lady. Make some new friends. Allow their hands and elbows make friends with all the soft features of your body.
Point those two end fingers to the sky. There you are, girl in front.
We know that just last week you were enjoying the latest Katy Perry single. But today you are one of us.
One of us! One of us!