"Why are we even dressed up as Psychonauts characters, either?" Another boy, dressed in a green striped sweatshirt, a dark brown jacket and backpack, a flight helmet and goggles, and some gloves stared out into the campus.
"Elementary," smirked the last one, dressed in a normal outfit - a black T-Shirt with the Subsonics logo on it, blue jeans and a slicked back brown hair. "Somebody told me a long time ago they needed help with something called XANA. When I was like, five. Something about supercomputers. Now with that supercomputer, my technological genius, and some hard hours of manual labor, we can convert it to do anything we want."
"Like, make us a sandwich?"
"Think harder, man. Bigger! Imagine if we could be IN any game we wanted to play, And we could finish the whole game, and no time would have passed. The world would be ours!"
"So it could make a delicious bologna sandwich, and no time would pass while I was eating it?"
"...Fine, that works."
"So what's with the costumes?" The first boy felt very odd in his outlandish cap and jacket.
"Simple. If everyone thinks we're crazy," the normally dressed boy chirped, "if you dopes tell, people won't all gather around and freak out. They'll think you're all crazy. Me? I keep my mouth shut."
"Hey!" Odd ran up to them, quickly. "New guys! Aren't you going to the enrollment office or something? Everyone's been making a fuss."
"We're going into the sewers, to the factory, to the super computer, and we will play Psychonauts."
"...Eh?"
The average dressed boy laughed. Nonchalantly, he replied, "Meet D'Artagnan and Razputin. They're both crazy. My name is Robert. I'll go enroll as soon as I help these kids find this 'factory.' Crazies."
Odd walked away, weirded out, but a bit liking of the two "crazy people."