"Holy crap!" Samantha screamed, falling sideways off her chair and landing on the ground in an undignified position. Quickly, she rolled to her feet and allowed her brain to process what was going on. These two young men had fallen through a hole in the ceiling, and now one of them was pretending to be Neil Patrick Harris. Simple enough.
Samantha composed herself, brushing off her skirt and clasping her hands in front of her. Wait, had she met Thomas? He looked vaguely familiar... ah, yes, he was that evil bastard from homeroom. Damn him, the swine. Wait, no, he wasn't a swine, was he? He was a mule, or a horse, or something.
"Why, yes, I do believe I have," Samantha replied to the gentleman in the suit. "He's great, isn't he?"