"Oh lol," laughed Evita, plucking another hor d'oeuvre from the tray. "Vincent, you really are almost too droll."
"Thx, my dear, thx. But tell me how your Reginald's oil prospects are coming. I heard he had procured quite a large drilling site in Brazil. From Charles here, if I'm not mistaken."
"Hax," murmured Charles under his breath. He took a large swig of champagne. It would be a long night.
Evita glared at him. "O rly? Pics or it didn't happen!" Charles sighed, defeated. Evita continued, "Well, it won't be easy to drill for a while. The natives seem to fail to realize that all their base are belong to us." She caught a faint curse from across the room, and turned to see Reginald fighting of an extraordinarily long feline.
"No, you may not haz cheezburger!"
"It seems I need to go rescue my husband. The party was grand though. Simply grand." Evita began to leave when Vincent's voice stopped her.
"Thus, if a lever long enough can move the world, a lever long enough could move the universe." The keynote speaker droned on, as the entire summit began to nod off. Irene D. Powd actually slept for a short time, before waking to the ominous words from the speakers. "...Metaphysical enough could move your soul." Irene felt a horrible wrenching in her gut as laughter boomed from the speakers. The speaker was pushing one finger downwards on a small point just beyond the physical universe. The mechanical advantage was too great, and Irene felt her soul slip away.