That Thursday night, Mike, Courtney, Taimur and Phil sat bleary-eyed on a computer adding in word bubbles. A group of five girls, suspiciously similar to the Spice Girls, danced for, what appeared to be, a talent show. These are the minutes:
10:10: Phil's in love with belt girl
10:23: Phil liked belt girl more with hair up
10:24: "Your eyes are really important," said the bossy dance leader. Mike commented: "Well, that's like a rule of thumb."
10:27: Courtney observed sizing issues with Taimur's Red Eagle comic. "We'll make a note of it," she said.
10:31: Taimur starts singing again.
10:33: Taimur's impression of the bumbling NYU Copy Central attendant: "Duh, er, it's my first day."
10:35: Award of excellence = Courtney. Winner of meeting = Taimur
10:42: Mike burns Phil. Phil burns self, subsequently earning the title, "Human Torch."
10:43: Strange guy walking by said, "Put it on the seats of the girls' bathroom..."
10:47: Current events discussion. GM closing plants for 9 weeks.
10:48: We watched Emoticon War (see below). Taimur laughed so hard that tears came from his eyes.