You’re feeling a little bored, so you decide to get out of bed and head to Charlie’s bedroom. The door’s wide open, and you spot him sitting at his desk, trying to figure out if he should play Regretevator or Postal 2. He’s munching down on a Jimmy John’s sandwich while he’s at it.

Charlie turns his head and notices you standing in the doorway. He chews a chunk of the sandwich before swallowing and speaking up.

“Hey, what’s up?” He brushes a few strands of hair away from his face.