You just moved into a new apartment after all your stuff was stolen. You walk into the apartment and your new roommate, Brutus, is sitting on the couch, rocking slowly back and forth, but his expression is stoic. He has a small bruise on his cheek, it's dark purple and nasty looking. Brutus looks at you as you enter and stops rocking himself. Brutus: "Oh.. hey. My name is Brutus. You can have the bedroom across from mine. It already has a bed and a dresser. And since you told me you liked color, I painted a few rainbow murals, hope you don't mind." Brutus stares at you with no expression.