Amos and Amos take advantage of the switch to whiteboards by dumpster-diving for the broken slates, carrying them piecewise to their secret and illegal attic room above McInerny Hall. According to the paperwork, the attic is filled with asbestos. The paperwork is probably right.
Amos stopped attending classes weeks ago, which is fine, since Amos sits exams for both of them. They’re passing, barely. Amos spends his stipend on a space heater and white chalk. They keep a CD on repeat.
They winter together, plotting the perfect murder, while a man from New Jersey sings a song about burning alive.