[Sam - no, not Sam, Blond Chameleon - is at the school gym, shirtless and wearing a jockstrap on his head.

You read that right.

You're about to witness an impressive impersonation of a certain supervillian... who is a member of this community. Oh dear.]

When Gotham is ashes then you have my permission to die. [His friend asks if that's actually a jockstrap on his head. Indeed it is, but Sam ignores him because he's trying to stay in character. He throws his arms up in the air.] Let the games begin!

[Cut to several hours later when Sam has access to a computer. He's dressed like this.]

Blond Chameleon here.

Does anyone know where I can get a grappling hook at short notice?

If I told you why, I'd have to kill you. [Pokerface.]

[When the video cuts on Biffy can be seen sitting at his desk, his small oak table immaculate, and his bedroom space with its autumn theme of oranges, browns, deep reds, olive green, and golds are well in order...or rather it would be if it wasn't for the ribbons of of toilet paper flung about willy-nilly.]

A gentleman cannot have a few days of recreation time to himself without coming back to find his side of the dorm room TPed...what sort of roommate does that? Toilet paper does not even go with the motif.

What conclusions can we draw from getting even in this particular case? Is revenge a moral imperative or morally wrong?

[For a second he looks almost serious about this but then he shakes his head.]

It's tempting, but I have some work to catch up on. Would anyone happen to know if there are any labs open?

I've been spending far too much time studying. I really want to get out and do something.

Does anyone have any ideas of what would be good to do? ...Does anyone want to go with me?