Hmm...the person above me looks like he's a love-struck pantie-hunter/collector. He uses the spork to reach up onto the girls' balconies and steal their panties, which he brings home, launders them clean, and then wears on his head. It makes him feel so happy that he feels as though he is constantly surrounded by a flow of hearts and pink flower petals. He doesn't need his eye-sight; he judges how good the panties are by merely feeling how it fits on his head.

o 3o;;