Literally, bee line to basement. What
one does when loaded to bypass the buzzkill that free radicals in the
home might cause (i.e.
parents, grandparents, security systems, dads who ask too many questions about colleges)in order to get to the basement in the quickest amount of time to enjoy a game of Super Smash Bros.
Person #1: "Oh shit I think my
parents are chillin in the kitchen right now, where the door is to the basement."
Person #2: "We better b to b before your
parents see that my eyes are the color of a freshly painted
fire hyrant."