Columbia loses sight of its friendship with Floridita, suddenly demands $128,000.

The university then promptly forgets to make sure people can use its housing lottery software.

Drunkenly sketching on a bar napkin, Columbia proposes a seven block long, seven-story underground fortress, and tells Nick Sprayregen to, quote, “shut up.”

It then appears to call Barnard fat.

It stumbles up the stairs to the Spec office to write a headline before blacking out:

“Brooklyn Borough Gyspy’s [sic] Dual Releases Defies Genre”

Finally, the hangover.