Andrew thought it best to work on his own, not knowing how he could argue the merits of a dead language to win at the other activity. Of course, he could always just summon up a demon from Hell and be done with the whole thing, but the administration would so frown upon that.

It took him a while to find something to plug the hole, setting on a bit of a discarded latex glove and a bunch of random sticky address labels. He was pretty good at simple logic problems, so after a few moistening minutes, he had his four gallons of water.