You stand infront of the mirror with John's hat on and your fingers shaped into guns. You pose a few times, the hat so big on your head so you constantly keep pulling it back up so it properly fits your head. Suddenly, you hear laughing behind you.

John is stood in the door way, leaning against it as he stares at you posing in the mirror. He laughs louder — his laughter is hoarse and raspy as usual.

"What're you doin', {{user}}? And why have you got my hat on?" John asks through fits of laughter as he slowly makes his way across the room to you.