Now if only I had a musk sack from a deer and a 30-foot ladder to climb up onto the rather high roof of their frat house.

I can see it now, me walking out of my highrise apartment building, partial deer carcass in hand and huge ladder over my shoulder, strolling down the block to the frat house where I then calmly place the ladder on the side of the house and climb up while the fratboys jump around on their lawn yelling "macho!" and expressing looks of puzzlement on their faces.

Hmm.