Scatman Crothers, all comfy in his pajamas and watching some television, knows some shit is about to go down at the Overlook Hotel. Personally, if I had a vision of blood pouring out of an elevator and flooding a hotel lobby, I don’t think I would bust ass to get there and save the day. As we know, it didn’t work out very well for Scatman. On a side note, there is some premium art in his bedroom involving naked ladies with giant afros. I couldn’t figure out how to knit it into a hat, but I may revisit it in stitched form at some point.