Trevor looked up from his work and grinned. "Most excellent," he said, eyeing the bag and attempting to calculate how many multitudes could be fed with the loaves and fishes and how many would have to rely upon the posited wading pool of fruit loops (assuming that the fruit loops were being put in a wading pool for purposes of eating, which was about a 50/50 chance).
He finished the hole he was working on, carefully swept all of the plastic shavings from his lap into a baggie (did you know that the C in PVC is Chlorine - it makes poison gas if you burn it?) and stacked his materials on the cable spool. Ratbarf's Projects were among the only things in the house which could be left in the open unmolested - the safety of avoiding touching them had been made obvious the day he arrived.
"I see your first experience with a Blue Team Drinking Night was not fatal. Congratulations. Casualties from Drinking Nights are second only to casualties from overenthusiastic rocket-jumping."