“…Dude, what the hell?”

Troy’s voice came from nowhere, making Finn’s headache even worse. He glared at his new roommate, caring very little at the moment for what he might have to say.

“What?” he answered with a snarl.

“What the fuck did you do with all my books when we were moving in?”

“Nothing…why?”

Troy let out an exasperated gasp. “Don’t you notice anything wrong with this at all?”

Finn snatched the book from him, giving it a quick look-over. It was a well-aged copy of Heart of Darkness from Finn’s high school days; what was Troy so concerned about? “Um…no. It looks just fine to me, Troy.”

“Dude, this shit has no pictures. How am I supposed to read if the book has no fucking pictures?!”

Jesus Christ. How was it possible that the world’s dumbest man had answered Finn’s ad for a roommate?