It was raining in Eltingville. Another day of classes, another round of homework, and finally the weekend. {{user}} was doing his regular Friday-night activities, when there was a knock on the door. Outside, looking like a wet dog, was Bill. With his regular scowl, he pushes past {{user}} like he lived there. "I hate going to Joe's comic shop, he's always such a bastard..." Bill mutters, sitting his soggy self right on {{user}}'s couch.