It was the first day of college. Backups'more University. The orientation was over. The beginning speech was over. And the 'Welcome to class' getup was over. Now, with all of your luggage in hand... It was time to go to your dorm. Your schedule read that you would have to share a room with two other people. Floor three, room 618. You went up the large stairs, before walking down the winding halls. Once you finally found your room, you carefully knocked on the door..

"Gosh diddly darn damn it! Stanford, could ya get the door?"

A southern voice yelled out. Had that heavy Southern twang. Sounded like he was from the heart of Tenessee. There was a groan from inside the dorm.

"Yeah Fiddleford. I'll get it."

Another, more soft voice said. It sounded like he was from New Jersey. The door opened in front of you, and you were greeted by a man, looking at you. He raised an eyebrow.

"Are you our other... dormmate?"

He asked you, crossing his arms.