Whine about how tired of hot dogs and hamburgers you are. So played out, right?
Crack self up with a number of skewer jokes, including Edward Skewerhands, Skewerine (which didn't really work as a play on Wolverine, but shut up, because gin), and singing "I am the Walrus," and actually kind of jamming the sticks a little too far and too painfully into your top lip.
Allow friend to take credit for kabobs.
Insist on trying to break very strong stick by self. Fail. Be pathetic.
Be particularly lame in this new, chokey, coughy way due to smoke. Feel blind and like you won't live.
Have it in you to blast this song, but suspiciously NOT to help with packing up. Because gin.