how phi psi lost no nut november

I was eating lunch with a phi psi earlier today and out of nowhere he starts sniffing the air, “Can you smell that?” He tells me. Then he says, “Smells like Sig Ep.”
Little did I know there was a Sig Ep dayger going on at the exact same time. He started to scratch his neck and was visibility irritated. He stood up a flipped the table over and screamed, “I can’t take it anymore!”
He took out his phone and called the cops, the swat team, the fbi, and the Canadian national guard for some reason. Every house within a 100 mile radius got rolled.
I looked back over at the Phi Psi and he clearly just had nutted in his pants. He looks back at me, sweat dripping down his forehead, and in between labored breaths he whispers, “Afterparty at La Playa.”