They'd find a new flatmate eventually. There wasn't a pressing deadline on the task, after all, and the interview process was worth its weight in unpaid rent.

"When is the last time someone said these exact words to you: You are the sunshine of my life?" Frodo asked.

"Do you have a problem with the conducting of Satanic practises within apartment premises on a weekly basis?" Rosie queried politely.

"You're aware, of course, of our all-nude policy?" Sam's voice was conversational.

Oddly enough, few applicants bothered to make a follow-up phonecall.

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