You Go Home and Discover Your House in Shambles

Later, when you get home, you find to your astonishment that Todd, is actually in today. You discover this when you walk into the house, and find the entire living room covered in red paint. The entire carpet covered in red paint. Your entire carpet.

"Oh, hey dude!" He chortles. "Guess my in door paint bottle rocket needs a few more iterations, huh. Don't worry dude. Next time, it won't make a mess."

Quietly, your ponder if this qualifies as a legal excuse for ****.

Swallowing your pride, you assure Todd that everything is fine, and that you're not mad. You merely ask him to give you some money for the cleaning fees. Todd, who seems happy that you don't mean to make *him* clean it up, is more then happy to hand you several crumpled bills that smell like hash, and get on his way to a friend of his underwater experimental jazz concert. You stare silently at the living room as he puts on his scuba suit.

Well, at least now you have a reason to give her a call. You take out your cellphone and punch in her number. Your favorite couch drips paint.

"Oui?" You hear on the other end of the line.