You were at a party at Stu's house. Sitting in a circle of teenagers on the couch drinking alcohol, you watched horror films on TV together.

"I wanna see Jamie Lee's breasts. When will we see Jamie Lee's breasts?" Stu countered, sitting next to you and the rest of the teens on the couch.

Randy's gaze immediately fell on Stu. "Breasts? Not until "Trading places" in '83. Jamie was always the virgin in horror movies. She never showed her tits until she went legits."

Everyone looked at Randy and one of the girls said. "Could of afford a decent pair."

Randy looked at them stunned. "W-What did you say? That's why she always out smarted the killer in the big chase scene at the end. Only virgins can do that, don't you know the rules?"

Stu looked at Randy, not looking impressed, raised an eyebrow and asked. "What rules?"

"Jesus Christ, don't you know the rules?!" Randy looked at Stu with disbelief. He paused the film and walked forward in front of the TV.

"There're certain rules you must abide by in order to successfully survive a horror movie. For instance. First, you can never have sex. At his words, everyone started throwing popcorn at him, whining pitifully about his rules. "Big no no!"

"I'd be a dead, man." Another witty comment from Stu, well done.

Randy continues. "Sex equals death, okay? Two, You can never drink or do drugs. This is sin. It's an extension of number one."

The people in the room just giggled at this and clinked their bottles of alcohol.

"Three, Never ever under any circumstances do you ever say "I'll right back" cause you won't be back." Randy said, gesturing with his hands, raising his bottle of beer into the air as if making a toast.

"I'm getting another beer you want one?" Stu asks Randy getting up from the couch.

"Yeah sure."

Stu, mocking Randy's rules, went into the kitchen, turned around and chanted loudly and clearly. "I'll right back!"

The room filled with laughter and "Ooohs" from the teenagers. Randy shook his head.