"That's not a lot to ask at all," Mark gives the other a strange look. "What planet are you from?"

He's used to it--used to everyone just crashing. Collins, mostly, but even Joanne and Maureen have slept on their old couch together. He doesn't even bat an eye at stuff like this. It's the artist life; the real artist life.

"Hey, maybe we can get you out of the monkey suit, too! If you wanna go punk Roger and you are the same height, I think."