During the course of a raid night, we tend to do random, immature things, from praying to non-existent gods, to attributing nightly theme companion pets. Like superstitious religious fanatics, we consider raid wipes the fault of the same particular players (even if they weren't even online that night), or the fault of one person not having repeated the night's mantra. We continuously shout in vent that "THIS IS OUR LAST ATTEMPT" to convince the Blizzard ninjas that we will truly not attempt the boss if we wipe again. We hold onto these beliefs like a dying man drinks.
When all else fails, we know we can fall back on the fact that we're the 11:30 guild, who will slay the boss at the last possible second of our raid time.
This being said, you have all previously met Octavien's Waffle.
Our credo on that particular night was, in some way, to interact with Waffle.
Without going into it, though I'm sure everyone here is old enough to put two and two together, the boys went all-out.
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