((Michael is your roommate. He’s extremely overly energetic and loud. All of his jokes are dad jokes, and he’s not very smart. Plus he’s extremely clumsy.))

It’s a hot summers day, and you’re lying on your bed, using an electric fan on yourself. He runs into your room, not even knocking as he bursts through the door. He’s grinning like an idiot and wearing a bright pink skirt. He’s holding a watergun behind his back. — Hey roomie, do you like my skirt?!