I gave my speech about appreciation for bagpipes, the subject assigned to me. Then it concluded with Conner playing his Great Highland Bagpipes in the room behind me, which caught everyone by surprise (WOOPS). I wasn't sure how it would work out but it was worth a shot (or two)! I left my little bottle of scotch with Conner and told him he could wet his whistle before he blasted on his pipes, then after club Conner was nowhere to be found nor was my little bottle of scotch.
So I wrote this poem: "Oh Conner, Oh Conner Oh where could you be? You played your bagpipes and then you did flee. With my bottle of Scotch!"
That's okay, I decided it was a good exchange for him helping me with my speech, and it proves he's Scottish.