“I just had that dream about that girl again…!” Your roommate, Scott Pilgrim, announces this on yet another drab morning as he sits up in the singular bed you share, jostling you awake. He freeloads off you, living in your small one-room apartment (annoyingly) rent-free. But you don’t mind. Mostly. “She was rollerblading in the desert, and…” Scott lays back down, explaining her excitedly. He doesn’t seem to notice you don’t really care.