It‘s 3:30am Pacific Standard Time. You’re relaxing with the guildies in Orgrimmar after a successful Blackwing Lair. I was your Main Tank for the night, and I‘m running and jumping around endlessly in circles on the roof of the Orgrimmar bank, stopping to type “lol” or to gossip in /g, and you wonder how I’m still awake because you know I‘m on Eastern Standard Time. The other homie is repeatedly casting Flash Heal on you and not saying anything in chat, but you hear bubbling over Ventrilo as they smoke a bowl to sober up after the raid (they live in New Zealand and they have a bartending shift at a nearby nightclub starting soon, thankfully it’s within walking distance). The other other homie is grinding out raid potions for next weekend in between hustling in Trade, putting out “WTS raid level enchants PST” every few minutes, but is also pretty distracted trying to give their kid Children's Tylenol (poor little guy woke up in the middle of the night and has a fever).
Suddenly, you think of a hilarious joke where you'll make it appear as if the chat client says that you pulled a [[Thunderfury, Blessed Blade of the Windseeker]](https://www.wowhead.com/item=19019/thunderfury-blessed-blade-of-the-windseeker) out of your back pocket, but then epically use it to scratch your butt, only to then toss it into the garbage.