I would like to, now, say goodbye to the host of the party, sorry for more swift exit

Secret skill: endure mansplaining long enough to have drunk-millenial-tech-bro self-reflexively call themself out and deem you an "8th dimensional being" and then ask them if they need to refill their drink (because, of course they do) and get the fuck out of there before they can turn back around.
*I am a 8th dimensional being! **bowing ***noh8