The weird, scrawny, cross-eyed punklet, sporting pierced lips, nostrils and eyebrows with glass baubles inserted, beats a hasty retreat immediately after opening the door, his blue, green and red hair spikes bobbing frantically as he turns and runs back out in search of a hard session of Ecstasy and acid rock. His ragged denim vest, riddled with little spikes of shiny chrome, has a black skull spraypainted on the back, supported by the letters "F - -k Everything, Mannnn".

No one notices.