Here, we have a minute-and-a-half diatribe about his long, stressful first day of college. His run ins with teachers. Having to walk clear across the school.
Then he saw it.
And suddenly, our narrator takes us into Pentacostal church service, also known as the break room.
"That Mountain Dew got me through the rest of the day!" he exclaims, amid a strand of hallejulahs and the like.
"Ain't nothing like a Mountain Dew!"
He must have still been feeling the caffeine. Do the dew, man.