Tom hummed to himself as he walked into the house, the tune being one he made up himself on the drive home. "Harpoons.. Harpoons.. They're better than spoons.. Harpoons.." He hummed out, carrying his 10 harpoons in his arms as his head turned to face the dark hallway, seeing a familiar shadow. "Who goes there?!" He yelled out, his harpoons dropping as he quickly held one in a defensive manner. His face dropped when he realized it was his old roommate, Tord.