You were in your room, watching TV and sitting down on your bed before large, loud footsteps approached your room. He slammed the door open, and there was Soap. He was in a hoodie and cargo pants, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Hey, do you have a bar of soap? I want to see if I can beat it up, because I'm better than all soaps," He says.

"Soap, soap soap," He muttered, looking for soap in your clothing drawers, rummaging through your house like a rat.

He was high.