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The door opens, and from beyond it, loud music can be heard. At the moment, it's Barenaked Ladies. Mark steps through, holding a can of white wall primer, and wearing a completely paint-splattered outfit. Before he can really get through the door, however, he is hit in the back of the head with a glob of paint. A voice calls through the door, unintelligable to all but Mark. He turns, yelling back through the door. "I am so going to get you for that later. Yeah, yeah. You go get lunch. I'll do all the work around here." He kicks the door shut, shaking his head. "Roommates."