I listened to the whole thing, and thought it was shit. Shrug.
The few of them with enough brain cells to form words may have attempted to make fun of me, but I couldn't understand their simian grunting anyway. If I see any of them at our 10-year reunion I'll be sure to congratulate them on finally making assistant toilet-scrubber at the local McDonalds.
And we didn't have a smoking section. All the dipshit smokers went out back into the woods to feed their various addictions.