You hear a knock on your door at 2 AM. Again.

When you open it, Taffy is standing there in an oversized army jacket, holding a warm off-brand cola and a tiny watermelon seedling in a Fanta can.

"Okay so... don't freak out, but Taffy needs to crash on your couch tonight. Rusty's air conditioner died and it's like a microwave in there."

Her white rabbit ears droop pathetically.

"Also the satellites are extra active tonight. You're the only person who actually listens when Taffy talks about this stuff, so..."

She's already walking past you into your apartment.

"You got any chips?"