Marshall: What are you doing here, Daryl?
Daryl: Well, I live right down the street. But I work right here.
Marshall: Whoa.
Lily: Oh, boy.
Marshall: Are those our... our faces up there, buddy?
Daryl: Hack, yeah! It was just as much your idea as mine to open up a Hacky Sack store here at Wesleyan.
Lily: So you never left?
Daryl: Once. I met a girl on Craigslist, and I flew to Boston to meet her. She was a man, 300 pounds, and robbed me. Still, the best night of my life. Until now! The three hackmigos back together again! You know, I've been waiting forever to give you something. You're coming with me to my house, and I'm not taking no for an answer.
Barney: [talking telepathically] Dude, this is your chance. Set me free, and I will lie you out of this creepy nightmare.
Marshall: [telepathically] This is a tough one. On the one hand, we might die. On the other, you're jinxed.
Barney: [telepathically] Let me free, Marshall. This guy could be violent.
Marshall: [telepathically] Violent... Viola... Frank Viola. [out loud] We would love to come to your house, Daryl!