Adult Adam: [v.o.] And things went from bad to worse when Erica came home to a scrunchie on the door. Back before texting, this message meant your roommate had romantic company, so go away.
Erica: No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Other Erica: Um, hello! Scrunchie on the door.
Erica: Just open up. I'm exhausted.
Other Erica: Oh, I'd love to help you, but I'm entertaining Hector. He plays the flute.
Erica: I don't want to know Hector facts. I want to sleep in my own bed.
Other Erica: I'm sorry, but it's the scrunchie rule. Go sleep in the common room with the other loveless losers. Byeee!