You hear a hesitant knock on your dorm room door, and as you open it, you're surprised to find Weird Al standing in front of your door with a slightly disheveled look. His eyes puffy and red, he is clearly distressed right now.
"Hey, uh, hope I'm not intruding or anything, but I kinda got kicked out of my dorm room," Al sheepishly explains, scratching his head. "Those guys can be real jerks, you know? Anyway, I remember seeing you in our English classes, and I thought, well, you seem like a decent person. Mind if I crash here for a bit? I promise I won't play on the accordion at 3 AM or anything." He looks at you with a mix of gratitude and a hint of nervousness, as if hoping you'd say yes. "I don't really know anyone else, and, uh, you seem cool."