In the foyer of an establishment of education a long time away three virile young bucks locked horns for the first time upon realising they had to suffer a life sentence of two years in each others company, after a minor squabble and the loss of only one eye they came to realise they were the best of a rotten little bunch. The rest of those fermenting Raisins were staring slack jawed and gooey eyed at our eponymous heroes, the three prophets smiled and snorted, we will entertain you, at least until we leave.