"FUCK THA WYRLD!" you cry out, unzipping your baggy trousers to let freedom reign. You howl with laughter as you unleash the Beast, spraying a stream of urine into the faces of bouncers and patrons alike. No one in Party Town is exempt. The force of your piss is like a high-pressure crowd-control hose, knocking people down, giving everyone a contact high from your super-saturated Crunkitude!