Fourth Floor Common Room, Sunday Afternoon

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The kid sitting in the common room watching Skinemax looked like Joker, and talked like Joker, and watched pornography like Joker, but was not Joker.

Scott was sick of his dad being all controlling and evil (like, literally), and had run away from home. He'd meant to go backpacking across Europe and ski the Alps... but he'd kind of gotten lost in the airport. That was okay. This seemed like a chill place to hang. He'd kick it here for a bit, and then maybe Dad would, you know, care that he was gone or some crap like that.

He didn't really notice the extra singing going on today, either, because he was singing on purpose -- today he was working on his air guitar. Annnnd that was another clue that he wasn't Joker -- the prancing around like an idiot without crutches. While strumming his hand in the air amd singing.

With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us

(Joker is now Scott Evil from the Austin Powers movies. The common room is open.)