“How’s it going, boys? You two look like you could use a cold one,” said the shirtless meathead from the lawn of BΩΔ House. He had a cooler out in the open, loaded with Coors. He reached for two cans.
“Thanks, but we’re on our way to our own pledging ceremony. ΦME,” replied your fellow rushee, Jeff.
“Phi-Me? You guys are the ones that are all science majors and engineers, right?” the meathead stood up with a beer in each hand.
“Yeah, I’m civil, he’s nuclear.”
“Huhuh, no one in our frat’s that smart. We’re the swolest frat, tho. But really…” the meathead said as he walked towards you…
“… You guys seem way too hot in those jackets.” He was staring into your eyes and you couldn’t look away.
“Have a cold one.”
One or four or twelve beers later, in the basement of BΩΔ House, you and Jeff signed pledges to BΩΔ. And began your new lives of dumbing down, jocking up, and getting swole as fuck.