The Irish immigrant RA (who was drunk because, well, Irish¹) started booing loudly and raucously about that, slurring something about how the Irish saved civilization or some such all while gesticulating wildly. He eventually got up on a folding table using it as a makeshift soapbox.

And then the table collapsed.

Incrementally.

First the legs on one side closed, turning the table into about a 40% ramp. He wound up on his ass and sliding down until his boots hit the carpet.

While he was sitting there stunned, body straight up, legs slanted down to the floor, eyes wide in shock, the other side of the table collapsed. And somehow, despite his inebriation and surprise, he still wound up sitting.

"And that's how the Irish do it!" he said, before getting to his feet and staggering out of the rec room. To the sound of delighted applause behind him.

Joking! Not that he was drunk, but that Irish people always are!²

spoiler ² They're just drunk on any day ending in 'y'.³

Yes, that was a joke too. And I'm not just saying that because I know one of my Irish former colleagues is on Lemmy somewhere and might recognize my "voice". Totally not.