Alright, you have a problem. You’re lazy to a fault. You have constant, greasy bedhead, you have that thick, sour odor about you that comes from a lack of proper hygiene, and people are frightened to go near your desk for fear of a ferret or other rodent-like creature jumping out. You’re lazy to such an extreme that it’s wrecking your life. People think you’re some sort of eccentric, but you’re really just a dirty bastard. Is it really worth it, friend?
