DON'T PRE-FROSH: I really like this red folder. Do you have a folder like this one? COLLEGE GIRL: Go away. DO STEALTH PRE-FROSH: You smell like my basement, and your face is disgusting. I go to college. (begins to convulse and flail) COLLEGE GIRL: Let's go to bed. DON'T PRE-FROSH: I hear rubbing John Harvard's foot is good luck, I think I'll rub him every day! COLLEGE GIRL: You're disgusting. DO STEALTH PRE-FROSH: Hey, ladies--we're off to the Grille, then goin' to check out some finals clubs. COLLEGE GIRL 1: I'll come! COLLEGE GIRL 2: Yeah, we'll all come with you! STEALTH PRE-FROSH: No, you're all too fat. (leaves) COLLEGE GIRLS: (in unison) What an asshole! (See? Your reverse psychology is working!) DON'T PRE-FROSH: Say, by auditing some classes, I can fit far more than six classes into my schedule! COLLEGE GIRLS: You're a fucking geek. DO STEALTH PRE-FROSH: Hi, can you tell me where the ice cream bash is? HARRY LEWIS, DEAN OF THE COLLEGE: Those pants make you look terribly fat. (begins to convulse and flail)