Becky and Biff were so clueless that they

Becky and Biff were so clueless that they thought the 10 days of protest were at the Chi Rho house. Presumably about the drinking crackdown there at SMU. They decided to join the

sorority because they wanted to eventually have the awesome faded green greek letters on their ankles that the sales women at the furniture had. It seemed

like a good way to go so without being accepted into the sorority, the coeds headed off to the tattoo parlor. They got pretty liquored up beforehand which is how they ended up with

SIlvio Berlusconi frequently attended. One night Berlusconi took one of the girls and told her "Do you like Bunga-Bunga? My little friend does, and I think you could be the

Bunga Bunga petting queen." She feigned innocence and said "What kind of animal is a Bunga Bunga? Is it an endangered species?" Silvio, the silver-tongued

salamander said, "Salieri's Bunga Bunga s'not so striking as something seen since Seventy-aught. Such scaley splendor, supple succulence." She sighed at Silvio the salamander.

Silvio gave a small hiss and caught the next tram to Croyden Central, a dismal journey only requiring Silvio to co-ordinate his skin with shades of grey and the colour of despair.

Where was Silvio really going? He didn't know & didn't care. He exited the tram at Croyden, his head hung low. Not watching where he was going, Silvio ran smack dab into a miracle.

"How is this even possible? Are you real?" Before him stood the girl with the flower he'd dreamed of that morning. It seemed like his journey had not all been complete nonsense.