"Alright, it's for the better. I also hate to share my room with strangers, so here's what we'll do. Choose any room from the 'inhumane' dorms and find people to reconstruct it for me. I'll send you a picture of what my room should look like. Let me know if it's done."
"Reconstruct? Like, to tear down the room?!" The receptionist's eyes widened, so did Sandra's.
Lisa looked from one to the other and asked, "Why? Is there a problem? You just said the room is uninhabitable."
"Ye– yes, but It'd cost you a fortune. And also, if the other bad students know that you've made changes to your room, they might want to steal it from you," Sandra chimed in.
"Do you have a warehouse for coffins?" Lisa asked, unamused.
"Wh– what?" both ladies asked at once. None of them understood why she needed a coffin.
