This is why people don’t normally let me decide how the night’s activities should go. I feel that a night without a little mischief is a waste of a night out, and if I have to steal a top-secret experimental spacecraft, so be it.
Greg has a good point, though. It felt like one panel we were standing around in a bar, and the next thing we know we were neck-deep in reckless misadventure. This must be what getting older feels like.