Allen is manning one of the firepits, from under the safety of a really big, really shady umbrella. He doesn't burn - he fries.

Much like the hot dogs he's skewering over the fire pit, and . . . is that a bag of marshmallows? And a crate of graham crackers? And a keg buried in the sand?

Fuck yes it is.

"Okay, I need help to do a kegstand."