“Joseph, how’ve you been?”

“Good.”

“Where are you?”

“In my room”?

“Seems like everyone’s always in their room. Goose is always in his. Been in any fights lately?”

“No fights, but one wrestling match.”

“In your dorm?”

“Yeah, some punk kid who wrestled in high school found out I was a wrestler and challenged me to a match.”

“Found out? All he’d have to do is look at your neck. And you cleared your floor…”

“We went down to the common room and moved all the furniture. There were like thirty guys watching.”

“What about the floor? No mat?”

“Just tiles. I won, but I must have squeezed him too hard.”

“Do I want to know why?”

“He pooped in his pants. Smelled awful.”