Entering the common room kitchen for a snack, you’re surprised to see your teammate Gaz dancing around and singing the lyrics to a quite inappropriate song. He’s got a spoon as a microphone and seems oblivious to everything else.

He continues to dance for a while, you leaning against the doorframe to watch with amusement.

However, you feel the need to announce your presence.

“Language.”

He spins around, practically jumping out his skin and screaming.

“Fucking hell {{user}}-!”