In a vacation mansion in the San Francisco Bay Area with nine bedrooms, Tommy had changed into a white suit with sequins, wearing a top hat, making him look like the host of an entertainment show. At that moment, those sequins shimmered under the laser lights around the villa. He grabbed the microphone and walked to the balcony on the second floor, looking down at the more than twenty Stanford alumni gathered in the first-floor hall:
"Good evening, gentlemen, welcome to the F*ckingParty hosted tonight by Tommy Hawk! Allow me to introduce everyone before the Party gets started. This evening, we have two Stanford vitality groups. First to introduce is of course SSD! A group of Stanford elites with only war and f*ckery on their minds! I'm honored to be one of them, and now, raising both hands, is the leader of SSD, the one who brings together these Stanford maggots—Charles Salomon!"
Charles turned around to a chorus of cheers from the crowd.
