January 4, 1770. Boston, Eli's home.

(Eli is reading the newspaper while on the phone with Benjamin.)

Narrator - "The front page of the newspaper discusses the growing agitation between the US colonies and the British, further it mentions the greatness and nobility of the Sons of Liberty. Eli is worried that the Sons persistent antics may finally push Britain to the edge, and that a war may soon be inevitable. The last two antics were extreme and his imagination is running wild thinking about what they may have planned for tonight. Their last two antics included:

Lighting bags of dog poop on fire and leaving the bags of dog shit on all the porches belonging to the British commanders. Which, if you have taken US History or British History courses, you will know of this historic event as, The Shitty Morning. The second antic was even more horrific, as it led to two British soldiers and their horses having to be hospitalized. While the two soldiers were patrolling the streets of Boston one evening, the Sons of Liberty tossed banana peels onto the cobble roads. Being that it was dark, the soldiers and their horses did not spot the banana peels and slipped on them. The horses and their soldiers spun out of control and crashed over a barrel of grain. The two men and their horses were rushed to the hospital. The British government demanded that the Sons of Liberty pay for the medical expenses and provide them with two new horses. The Sons, in response to the demands, sent the British government back a recommendation letter to see a psychiatrist because clearly they have gone crazy.

Needless to say, the relationship between the two was growing increasingly tense and becoming dreadfully dire."

Benjamin - "Eli, you will not believe what the Sons of Liberty planned for this evening."

Eli (concerned) - "Oh please, please, please, please tell me!"

Benjamin - "I'm sorry Eli, the British may be listening in on this phone call, we cannot take any chances when dealing with ultra-sensitive classified information. You just got to come by in person and see with your own two eyes and hear with your own two ears, and smell with your own two nostrils....and touch with your own two hands....and taste with your own taste receptors! Anyways, meet me at the Adams's brewery tonight!"

Eli (sighs) - "Fuck...really? That guy hates me....and worst of all, his beer is straight trash my guy! It tastes like I just licked a dirty asshole anytime I take a sip of his beer."

Benjamin (chuckles) - "Eli, he doesn't remember you. The man is very important and meets hundreds of people each and every day. I hate to say this to you Eli, but you are not that significant...the chances of him remembering you are slim to none. The odds are in your favor my friend; you have a better chance of being the King of England than having Sir Samuel Adams remember you...and also, you don't have to drink the beer; no one is holding a musket to your head, good golly."

Eli - "Fine... I'll see you there. What time should I arrive?"

Benjamin - "Meet me there at 15 past 2, times the square root of pi, divided by the quotient of 42 over 16."

Eli - "Got it, see you then."