Camp is already a ghost town although groups of young band campers from the four corners of the earth still routinely make known to new recruits the ground rules of TFWG which, incidentally, is part of their band camp job description and a most valuable and vital function of their incredibly intuitive, practical and undeniably wise judgment for preservation of the TFWG solid bond.
As band camp mixologist and head band camp librarian, I can tell you that these characters are nobody's idiots. They sit at the bar during priority planning meetings, sip their virgin daquiris and virgin margaritas and matter of factly laugh at new recruits, using very large words, such as patronization, cheap manipulation, insults to their intelligence and pathetically desperate maneuvers of some of the new recruits who try to keep their cool, act cool and knowledgeable and look all dignified and mature. If they don't like your brand of new recruit, ain't no gettin' around 'em. They already know that it isn't about you, but about them and the survival of the TFWG bond.