Jeff felt himself liquifying, but he chanced to glance at the monitor.
The Chronivac was still running. The window on the screen read
"Searching for Appropriate Location". Then it flashed "Location
Found".
"Oh, crap," burbled Jeff, "Since I didn't choose a location, I figured
I'd just stay here, but the computer's going to -"
He never finished his words or thought for that matter. The screen
flashed, "RELOCATING SUBJECT: Destination GAMMA ALPHA UPSILON
Fraternity House."
"Hey, bro, I think the keg's tapped out."
"Lemme try, Sweatsock, sometimes ya just have to tilt it a bit, and
voila!"
Beer sputtered from the empty keg. It was Jeff. He filled the
oversize stein that held under the tap.
"D'ya have to call me that - I'm not a pledge anymore," complained
Josh.
The sound of air escaping from the tap indicated the keg was truly
dry.
"Yeah, Sweatsock, I do, and now you're right. Now the keg is empty.
Guess you need to go get a new one. Cheers!"