In the second division of the two hundred and twenty first flat, a choice was presented expressly unto John the doctor, son of Wat.
I looked, and behold, a whirlwind came out of the flat; an agent of great untidiness, and monologuing unto itself, the brightness of genius was about it. And this was its appearance: it had the likeness of a man.
And lo, it had four faces, and lo it had four limbs.
And its feet were straight feet, each stretching high as a giraffe's, and its soles enclosed in calf skin, shining like the colour of jet.
As for the likeness of its faces, it had the face of a man, and the face of a watch, and the face of a laptop on the left side; it also had the face of a smart phone.
Thus were its faces: and its arms were stretched outward. And it went every time straight forward: whither the spirit was to go, it went; and it turned not when it went, going over the coffee table as it went.
The appearance of its eyes and its work was like unto the colour of a beryl, and its eyes were all about it.
As the appearance of the bow in the day of rain, so was the appearance of this flatmate's brightness.