While the boys all stood around Andy, watching him moan and slowly come down from his orgasm, a mysterious figure was watching from the shadows. The figure approached the table where the pen lay and extracted a small sponge from his pocket. He mopped up the ink that had spurted from the whiteboard marker pen, and quickly slunk from the room.
In a room far underneath the fraternity, accessed by a secret doorway, was a shelf supporting many vials containing all manner of substances. There was a vial of liquid marble, a vial of what looked like plain old water, a vial of a dark brownish substance with a bit of a head to it making it look like a fresh beer, a vial filled with liquid wax, and even a vial filled with what looked like the foam one might find inside a sofa. The figure took out an empty vial and wrung out the sponge over it, filling it with ink. He placed the vial with the others, and then extracted a book from one of the many shelves in the candle-lit room. He made a log of the liquid intelligence he had just collected.
Unknown to his friends, while Andy lived solely to be used as an object suspended in mindless bliss, another part of him was swirling around in a vial in a dark room that nobody knew about.