Piet (23) and Wim (20) - you met Piet a few weeks back - are still living at home and subletting the back porch to his friend Nick. Thijs (15, which is terrifying, I remember when he was born) is still with Tante and Oom in Athens (and I think they're in Monaco right now?), and they just had lots of fun on Nope Day. (Greek holiday on the 28th, they said something with laconic wit to that extent when Mussolini invaded.)

Wim works at O'Hare airport now, so who knows? If you come to MFF and your cleaning guy is 6'4" with tousled hair and sleepy eyes, it could be him, say you know Lilac.

And yes, Piet really did use multiple saws on the back porch.
Wim actually built that clock with a complicated system of engineering hinges that took a solid minute of hand gestures to explain.

Quotes that didn't fit:

My dad on hearing "Wet Ass Pussy" - "Wow, she's just saying it, isn't she."
Wim, lifting a pumpkin that must have weighed forty pounds - "You didn't reinforce the table, did you?"
Piet: "We can fit a party on the back porch. Nick can fit all three people."
Piet: "Well, [the party host] has a clock now. Free closet. I'm not gonna uber a limo to take that thing back."
Wim: "Of course we don't clean half the surfaces we're supposed to. That's life sometimes.
Also, they're going to build a crank dispenser to give trick-or-treaters these little airplane tokens, rather than just leave them in a bowl. These absolute mad lads.
We also had a long debate on whether Svengali and the Dies Irae are things "most people know about."

Piet was also banned from the aux cord at work for playing ragtime. They'd fire me the instant they heard the music change from klezmer to gamelan to prog.
So we played mashups all night.
THEY DID THE WAP (They did the Monster Wap)