There's another small room. Someone's got the damn heater five degrees too hot. So Fez, my room mate, acts like he's too warm so he strips down to his boxers. I go blind, but my eyesight is restored so I suffer through the horror again and again. Eventually I cower in a corner, but then he starts talking about how Ronald Reagan and George Bush are national heros, and how all the liberals are wrong due to moot point X. Helicopter blades are heard chopping in the distance.
Just kidding
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