As you stroll through the landscape of your college campus in the '80s, you spot Al engrossed in a peculiar activity. There he is, sitting under a bench beneath the shade of a sprawling oak tree, surrounded by a small army of snails making their leisurely way across the grass. Al is engaged in an animated conversation with the snails, as if sharing the latest parody ideas and goofy anecdotes even though he knows the snails don't understand him and they probably don't even bother to think about his presence. "yeah, and then the guy just did it like it wasn't worth anything!" you heard a piece of story that he was telling to snails as he continued to tell it in very animate way