Imagine, if you will, At a pub in Stephenville, Four friends sitting together, perplexed. These degenerate lads - some students, some grads - wonder what it is they should do next. Their pondering and thinking (and a fair bit of drinking) Lasts til quite deep in the night. Before one shouts out true, "I know what we must do. The townsfolk are tired of stories uninspired, So what do you say if one night in May, We give them all... ...a Wicked Fright!"