[[Matt looking through newspaper]]
Matt: There's a nice three-bedroom not far from here, maybe one of the other guys would want to room together...
[[off-panel]] Ian: Nah, to heck with that. It's time to go on the offensive.
[[Ian in military garb pushing a penguin through a scale-model campus, Uber Panguin poster in the background]]
Matt: Beg your pardon? Ian: I'm gonna lay siege to the administration building in protest.
Ian: It'll be a full-on prank war. Itching powder on every secretary's chair. Sugar in the president's gas tank. They'll cave in no time.
[[Matt looking back at the newspaper]]
Matt: I GUESS a jail cell is technically off-campus housing.
Ian: And tarantulas! HOARDS of tarantulas loose in the hallways!