Everyone, but the Mormon, gets sloshed on expensive wine on the company's dime and then they break out their dog photos on their phones and the Mormon screams inside and wishes someone would come and put a bullet in his head because these people aren't nearly as funny or witty as their increasingly loud and histerical laughter would indicate and it's already been three hours and all hope is crushed of ever going to sleep and tomorrow is going to suck and...well, I'll stop there.