A power-mong pulled that one on me. He's been drooling, shitting himself and been generally retarded for most of the year. Then I'm smoking outside the dorms late one night and he comes ... hobbling by, and I give him a polite nod and he straighens up, his eyes clear up and he looks me in the eyes and goes, "What's up? Lovely weather we're having, mind if I bum a smoke?". He takes the smoke and calmly walks away, and goes into the mong-slouche for a second and then laughs.
I shat the strongest bricks.