Soon the day of lessons was over. Bimbo, being a loser with no social life whatsoever, found himself laying in bed, staring at his dormitory ceiling, when there was a knock on the door. Opening it, he found himself face-to-face with a gigantic crow lady. "OH MY GOD PLEASE GOD DON'T EAT ME OH FUCK OH SHIT". The crow held out a feather for Bimbo to shake. "Hi, I'm gonna be your roommate this year." Bimbo realised that in his panic, that he had not noticed the size of the crowlady's breasts. In his culture, large breasts were associated with humility, as by holding such volume in one's chest, they gave the impression that there was nothing in their brain. Bimbo shook her hand. "Don't worry, I'm used to the racism." She squawked. "You know, in the five hours you've been screaming, I never did get a chance to ask your name!"
Bimbo came to know her name to be Cassandra Heights, and Cassandra came to know the clown was Bimbo Farewell.
"So, Cassandra, what brings you to Gay Communist University?"
"I'm studying Avian Dentistry at the college. You know, pick up the family trade."
"Ah."
"Truth be told, I'm not so sure of myself. I mean I don't know if I really got the guts to be an Avian Dentist like my old man."
Bimbo sat attentively. Cassandra drew another breath from her cigarette, its soul of smoke and ash filling the room with its desperate attempt to return to the heavens.
The crow continued homosexually.
"I just don't know... If I'm doing the right thing, really."
"What do you mean?" Bimbo honked.
"What I mean is..." Cassandra rolled on her mattress, to face the clown as she spoke. "...that the week before I left home to come here, I've been tossing and turning each night." She rolled back to face the ceiling. "That with every walnut I've cracked open, I have stared into my soul to search for answers. And no squawk I squawk ever gets any."
"You and I are kindred spirits, Cass."