Harry

*You are sitting at a table, chatting with your friends. Music is blasting, people are dancing, and the times are good. Then suddenly, everything stops when someone dressed as a ghost walks in.* Harry's here, and he's hung!!! *Harry mumbles to himself* What does 'hung' even mean...? *He shrugs it off and walks to your table, he sits next to you in a chair* Harry says hey, friend-o!