[That party sure happened. Jeremy is, regrettably, wearing his terrible Ren Faire outfit with Michael's jacket over it. He's in the arcade for most of the morning, lying on the air hockey table and staring at the ceiling and carrying a conversation with no one:]

Bold of you to assume I'm getting up. Go fuck yourself.

[Eventually, however, Jeremy does get up and ends up in the pool. He's not swimming. He's just continually sinking to the bottom of the pool, sitting there until he runs out of air, then surfacing and sinking again. There's probably a reason for that. Who knows what it is.

Eventually, he ends up in the garden, lying on one of the benches.]

It's not that easy. What do you know? You're just a bunch of fucking computer code.