Imagine a group of affable but extremely unintelligent college friends is about to attend a huge keg party.
Suddenly the school’s star quarterback asks to join. He’s charming, witty, flattering and confident. He seems like he’ll make a fun addition to the party so the friends ask him to tag along.
On the way to the party the quarterback says without irony: “I’m going to shit into the keg. It will be hilarious.”
The friends ignore it as a random outburst. Surely this guy is just making a joke.
As they get out of the car and enter the party, the quarterback says, “I’m going to go shit in the keg now, excuse me.“
Someone overhears this and goes, “What the fuck bro?”
The friend group waves it off and says “He’s not shitting into the keg. He says stuff like that all the time. Don’t overreact.”
After this, the quarterback opens the pressure valve, removes the coupler, and begins to shit in it. When approached he pulls a gun, waves it at the assembled partygoers, and says “You come near me while I’m shitting, I’m going to blow you away.”
The friend group, incredulous, says “He‘s not really shitting in the beer keg. You just don‘t understand what he‘s doing. He likes us, I‘m sure this will work out for the best.”
The quarterback finishes his shit and reassembles the keg, and the friend group says “It’s no big deal, we can just leave the party and not drink the beer.”
Then the quarterback smiles wickedly, pulls a college girl up to the keg with his gun to her head, serves her a beer and commands: “Drink.”
Then he proceeds to do that for the whole party. As the friend group gets in line for their shit beers, they shrug and say “Well, there’s nothing we could have done.”