Mr. Durden returns.

[fucking_khakis]

The heavy thunk of his suitcase on the floor of the mansion's main room is enough alert anyone nearby to his entrance, if anyone is blind enough to miss the obnoxious visual assault of his moss and turquoise shirt and red leather jacket. He takes a long drag on his cigarette. Then looks around at everyone.

"Goddamn if it isn't a good thing I'm back. You're all going to take a lot of work and a lot of soap to get into squeaky-clean space monkey shape."

Tyler Durden/Jack from Chuck Palahnuik's Fight Club. Again.