015 [Accidental video post]
[Camera shows a tidy bedroom that is usually quite as unassuming as the average motel room - except it seems that whoever lives here is on something of a circus kick. Cheery carnival music seeps out from under a bed decorated with clown sheets, and a lump beneath the sheets seems to imply that someone is sleeping. After some time, the door opens and in walks Sam. As he flicks on the light, he looks about, confused, and blinks when he sees the bed.]
Crap, wrong room.
[He's about to leave when he seems to realize that no, this is his room. Bewildered, he slowly edges towards the bed, visibly distressed.]
Um, hello? Hey, are you lost? Uh... Coraline? Er, Aang, maybe? Hey....
[Besides the bed, he gingerly draws back the blanket. He suddenly lets out a startled cry a jumps back, revealing an inflatable clown lying in his bed. He backs into the closet door and, seeming to think that it's a way out, he opens it and whirls around, ending up with a face full of bright helium balloons printed with clown faces.
Horrified, he stumbles past the dizzying balloons and crashes into his bathroom, out of sight. It sounds like he lost his balance and grabbed onto the shower curtain. Along with the ripping of said curtain, another strange sound can be heard. At length, Sam stands at the doorway, covered in silly string and looking thoroughly unamused.]
I'm gonna kill him. I swear to God, I'll kill him.
[He just now notices that his device is recording and flinches. Trying to pry the string loose from his clothes and hair and retain a bit of his dignity, he quickly moves towards it and shuts it off.]