Fight on, fight on, dear old Muncie. Fight on, hoist the gold and blue. You'll be tattered, torn, and hurten. Once the Munce is done with you. Go... Eagles!
This is the first I'm hearing that Muncie is a real place, and it sounds like it's full of dudes who like to party and refuse to eat cheese.
Guy was drinking till 3am, then woke up in a garbage truck, no idea how he got there and refused to tell the police who his drinking buddies were. That's just how they roll in Muncie, I guess.