[Quentin is just about to be at peace with his sandwich when he hears the crash. A surface level psychic scan doesn't indicate any kind of ill intent, just some idiot who obviously can't read. Whatever, guess he should go investigate, since none of the other twerps who share this house are around.
Uuuuuugh.
Quentin comes down the stairs just enough to peer over the railing at what's going on, and it turns out "what's going on" is... the door kicked onto the floor by the moron who apparently can't read.]
Wha—are you serious? Did you just kick down my fucking door??
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Uuuuuugh.
Quentin comes down the stairs just enough to peer over the railing at what's going on, and it turns out "what's going on" is... the door kicked onto the floor by the moron who apparently can't read.]
Wha—are you serious? Did you just kick down my fucking door??