The frat boy got one foot on the stage with the help of his fellow Sigma Nus, who chanted "Dude! Dude!" as they pushed his other leg forward. Once he had both feet planted, he threw both arms in the air and shouted, "Dude!"
His arms were still aloft when Oscar and Willie swept in from either side and the frat boy folded with the awkward symmetry of a fitted sheet. With a poignant combination of tenderness and assembly-line efficiency, each burly man slipped a hand into one of the frat boy's armpits and lowered him back to his cohort, who received him with beseechings of "Dude? Dude?"