"Fine. Leave the party. However, if you so choose to touch and not worry about the consequences, the activation word on your little prezzie is banana. You won't regret it."
Fred sighed as he watched his brother leave. One last night of mischief for the both of them and he leaves.
Fred mumbed more to himself, "More for me, anyway."
Leaning back into the booth, he continued to gaze at the stage, watching the dancers and pondering the past.